An option is to pave a way through
Mindless graceful movements, fingers danced above the checkered board
Slyly feeding on the defenseless victim unwary
The look on your face is priceless
Gathering, the grand feast of royal
Passing underneath the watchful eyes whose gaze are fixed onto the queen
Laughing, swiftly striking down all
In a while nothing is saved by lies
Gleefully savouring the struggle, continuing the torment to the unwary
The shine of your eyes speaks murderous intent
"All is true, all is lie"
Turning into a servant of sadistic desire, to satisfy the crave for innocent pain
Loving the scent of the victim who is unable to do anything
Eternally, the people turned into pieces to be manipulated around you
Rising anew fallen ones, reforming a new blank state of mind
The eyes reflect nothing but emptiness
Slow, blinding venom coursing through the veins
Creating a perfect set by your own hands
Let them devour the world for you
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
unheimliche finsternis
Sleep eludes me yet I am tired.
These past few months, a lot of changes happened. People came and went. Some looked back to say their farewell while others didn't even offer the slightest courtesy of a glance. Things found and lost. Eyesight deteriorated even further. A long-lost interest re-ignited. Gained a few new idiosyncrasies; some good, some bad. Suppressing the desire that may lead to disastrous end which I may regret, or which I may not.
How kindness can lead you into a dangerous trap where escape is nearly impossible.
I even discovered that flip-sides can be read by dissovling yourself into one's train of thoughts. And it's even easier to read the acts of a shy person. Just have to understand how their minds flow and how they connect things in their head.
How a person who has the grace of God's name committed one of the most heinous crime ever. Killing other's interest and rendering their effort of obtaining an object of obsession moot.
The person who caught him red-handed is proud of himself yet beneath the surface, he is no better, if not worse. Promised to not reveal the full detail of the crime yet gave out obvious clues that tell people what it was all about. I smell the stench of hypocrite.
But who am I to judge. I just observe and remember. Perhaps a career of psychologist might be viable for me.
Or it might not.
This post is to test whether I have gotten rusty or not after so long speaking broken English. Not that I want to, I had to. In order to get accepted into a pack, one must behave like the members.
Else I risk isolation.
These past few months, a lot of changes happened. People came and went. Some looked back to say their farewell while others didn't even offer the slightest courtesy of a glance. Things found and lost. Eyesight deteriorated even further. A long-lost interest re-ignited. Gained a few new idiosyncrasies; some good, some bad. Suppressing the desire that may lead to disastrous end which I may regret, or which I may not.
How kindness can lead you into a dangerous trap where escape is nearly impossible.
I even discovered that flip-sides can be read by dissovling yourself into one's train of thoughts. And it's even easier to read the acts of a shy person. Just have to understand how their minds flow and how they connect things in their head.
How a person who has the grace of God's name committed one of the most heinous crime ever. Killing other's interest and rendering their effort of obtaining an object of obsession moot.
The person who caught him red-handed is proud of himself yet beneath the surface, he is no better, if not worse. Promised to not reveal the full detail of the crime yet gave out obvious clues that tell people what it was all about. I smell the stench of hypocrite.
But who am I to judge. I just observe and remember. Perhaps a career of psychologist might be viable for me.
Or it might not.
This post is to test whether I have gotten rusty or not after so long speaking broken English. Not that I want to, I had to. In order to get accepted into a pack, one must behave like the members.
Else I risk isolation.
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