CHRYSANTHEMUM

Torrent

When tears are all but kept in

The feelings a roar deep within

When the tension has reached its extreme peak

There will be torrents ready to break banks

This was the chance to indulge in everything and anything his mind could conceive. He was a free bird, a river breaking banks. He was elated at the thought that he could be anything, do anything. He plundered, defiled, destroyed, crushed, consumed; all the pent up emotions exhibited all at a go to leave nothing else. Rage and outrage burst out in such violent means. Nothing was spared, all was laid to waste. And yet, there was still a longing, a yearning, a need that was yet to be satisfied. He went out on the prowl.

He hungered and as he caught what he wanted he did not hold back. He feasted with his eyes, nose, mouth, ears and every other part of his being. He withheld nothing from himself. But still it was not enough, he wanted it all. He gave himself to all the pleasures he thought up but still there was a longing. Nothing could satisfy that longing; nothing.

The raging wild waters cannot be quenched

Once the torrent begins it takes its time to end

And though it persists it soon wears out

And the torment within is finally put to a halt

Lyric sat there all worn up. All he had done was waste his strength until there was no more left for him to do. All the unrest, dissatisfaction, anger, hate and any other negative emotion seemed to have been expelled from within. He felt empty. He felt lost. But most of all he was disgusted. He cried.

His soul was anguished as he gazed upon the ruins. He had wanted to feel love and be loved. And then when he had resolved to love she had gone ahead and betrayed him. She had slain him though the blade had not pierced him. "Abomination" is what she had called him. He knew he had been wretched yet not too bad was he? Had the darkness truly consumed him?

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"You are an abomination, utterly despicable. But then again, you are not your own creation."

The voice was back. Its words slithered in his mind and he felt defiled.

"Your master did this to you!" it hissed.

"No! You made me do it. It is all your fault and I will not have you controlling me!" he shouted to the unseen voice.

"Oh! And you think you can fight me you weakling? See how I made you succumb to lust and anger. How you defiled her and then killed her mercilessly for having broken your little heart? 'Boohoo I want to be loved'. There is no love for you abomination! You are as foul as they come!"

"No! I know I am loved by the Master. He tells us every day."

"That was when you were in the Expanse but down here after what you have done then there is no love for you! You are a slime ball. Carousing with all your creation, defiling it and then succumbing to your perverse thoughts and going ahead to do them. Naughty, naughty boy. Master would not be at all pleased. Just see what you did! Everyone of your lovely creation is dead!"

Lyric could not hold back the grief as tears flowed like rivers. Had he not razed the world to the ground he would have drowned it in his tears.

"And you know what was most despicable or rather most pleasant for me?"

Lyric could hear the smile in the voice. A wicked and evil grin.

"The lovely bed we shared!"

Lyric then heard a maniacal laughter all through the realm. It increased in volume and tempo until it was all that could be heard. Lyric could hardly breathe. He could not believe what it had just said. He began to shake, slowly and then vigorously until he was all but rolling on the floor. He could feel the darkness leaving his body and there before his very eyes it started taking up form of the lady he had thought he had fallen in love with.