| Friday, February 25, 2011
the two beings are torn once again,
a shredded whole, or now, broken separates.
not a person but a half,
the act that hides the void.
hollow, you know? in both meanings of that word.
the deeper meaning behind why ulquiorra is my favourite character in bleach.
but what of that?
the attempts have failed,
and the future filled with unknowns,
successes and failures are rife and have ceased to matter.
lysander says to end life when i end loyalty,
the unbalance when thoughts spill over and coherent ones are lost,
i skip from one to another with the ease of a dying creature.
you say that to kill a bug missing one wing and a leg is cruel,
for there may be a chance that it might live.
yes there is that chance that it might live,
but the chance of it dying is greater.
but then again why such a confusing subject where right and wrong can so easily overturn each other?
so we move on.
to eat and to sleep and to breathe.
soom, as some might say.
but that's not really the point if you're not a fangirl.
but i am, and therefore.
the desperate wish is buried beneath the folds of sly cunning as the evasion of invaders is played out in a quick, pretty side-step.
descriptions are gory as the death is imagined.
the slow killing relished by the watchers,
as the shrill cries die away and the bottled whimpers claw from within.
claw, i said.
claw, scratch, gouge, hurt.
i see that not many people are familiar with that little habit.
claw till blood peeks out from the open flesh and runs down in rivulets of tears,
crying for your death as the spirit is shackled.
walking zombies trawl the streets,
they have no need to search for new victims,
for all are theirs, and they have all.
but the clouds gaze down at one of the few who understands her difference from the rest, her connection to the clouds,
and cry for her inability to learn how to blend yet not forget herself.
pity, sympathy, sorrow, maybe even some hope,
in every raindrop, every tear that bathes the unseeing eyes.
the cracked glass overflows with bitter unhappiness,
shriveling up the child-like creature.
so easy to die.
the actress has replaced the child,
she is now the replacement.
the chest will one day be unlocked, but whether or not that day will actually come is another matter entirely.
so sit back, relax, and do enjoy the show.
i call it,
the crushing of the spirit.
but wait. too many complaints, perhaps.
such a nice world, so many nice people, but unfortunately, so many events.
payment for entry? i'll take your spirit, your smiles, your confidence.
and replace it with the void.
the purple piggy oinked 7:35 PM
