IdentityA Chapter by TheOther
Blood on my Cresent Blade, for I,
my People have I Slayed.
And Cried, at the sight of the Moon,
as I was caught in the middle of the Red Typhoon.
Sad truth is but a preface,
as to wipe out this whole tormented race.
Undeserving of life, murderers,
and I, murderer of murderers.
Damnation casts its shadow over the depths of my existance
Deathly claws have snached the life that I was promised
some call it destiny, others fortune,
I call it unjust...
Thats why I am here, to make things right
to settle the scores, till the final battle
till my final breath, till everything's alright...
I am your nightmare darling...
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Hi...
Have you ever wondered how disturbing can a reflection in moving waters be? This is not me. This is not my face. Do not stare. Do not approach. It is not safe. It is not real. I'm scared. I'm terrified. Where shall this maddened waters push me to? Unsteady and unpredictable, a slave to their desires. Do you even recognise me anymore? I do not. Help me, I cannot take it. I plea you don't walk away, I'm so powerless and you are so merciless and cruel...
No one else can save me from myself! Stop me, before it's too late. No one has to get hurt in the end, right? No.
You can't abandon me.
I've stayed hidden for too long... I can't run, I can't hide.
The voice, it never stops... Who's who in the end?
Who is the real me? We want different things, are we even on the same side?
I do not deserve to live. But I am not guilty yet.
My thoughts are... Hi self. Paranoid times,
sometimes it gets too hard being two people at once... Maybe I'm just insane, but I don't care.
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A borrowed ego or a borrowed body?
Red or black the bets are set. Tie them tight, it has been said... "The moment they cherished and in the ashes of them a new world perished." As if what happened was enough to protect the ones that chose to be lost. Eyes reflecting lies laid on an infinate struggle, as if crawling through a flame, to purify, to burn the unnesecities. Those pests amongst the "people". And god forbid me to say that i am tempted. The shadow unleashed shall derive the power of creation, for the acts and deeds depend on its form. A valiant wisdom, an art of deception? Attuned to the rhythm of a fluent projection Who shall lead? Who shall leave? "Thou hast seen, thou hast been" Colours are made of colours as people are made of sins and sins are made of people, manmade illusions to keep us spinning between the lines. A spider that got caught up in the web of its neighbour is indeed a sad momentum, building up a continuation of the most bitter-painted truth. Depictures life's blossom What if dreams were not ciggarettes? gradually turning into ash piling up layer by layer. "Enjoy" them while they lead you to a new decadence. Then find the perfect urn for a life's memorial and blow it all away when the time comes if the time ever comes, in this world freedom rarely lasts... And I envy, the gentle breeze of the wind for it carries the ashes into the far away lands i've hoped for, but im not allowed to... I feel it, noone said that I had to understand it too. And if i say i was never tempted to, I would be a liar So carry them away... The places, and the roles of this play have been given. After all what are we? If I answer it would be an act of folly, a fools reply and if i did not, a coward would I be called. Heros are fools they say, brainwashed puppets in the hands of masterminds.. Missing the breeze that melts and soothes the pain of existance. Bend me into the given shape, if you can, thinking does no good after all. I could believe you if i chose to, the art of deception... It can hide true colours, can distort the picture and in there I can blend in Distort me... © 2010 TheOtherFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on August 3, 2010 Last Updated on August 6, 2010 AuthorTheOtherNicosia, CyprusAboutI'm Christina Christodoulou at the age of 17. My native language is Greek and I live in Cyprus. Awards: Red Instinct Award (5th) Aug 13, 2010 * The Thanatos Award Contest * Beneath.. more..Writing
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