Super Zero Resurrected
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- Posted: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 19:45:29 +0000
Greyscale
--There used to be something that I could hold onto when I was little. When I was scared or upset, that would be the thing that I would consult. Normal people scare me. They're too judgmental. And happy. Too much happy. How can any living thing survive with that much joy harboring in their soul? There has to be sadness somewhere. That's just how life is.--
Aelfric held the small, handmade doll in his hands. Plain grey fabric, buttons for eyes, and stitches for a mouth. Not quality, but enough. Dirty and tattered, it seemed as if the stitched mouth had, over time, turned downward into an awkward frown. He looked at the doll a few moments longer, then turned to the mirror on the wall. Darkness clouded his mind.
--Only a selected few are privileged enough to reside in complete oblivion. Away from the broken world that we live in. We've broken it. We've shattered it into the little pieces of society that exist. We're the ones who created segregation. We've brought it against ourselves, and there's nothing that we can do to change it. It is inevitable. Once we create something, it can never be undone until all the shards from the mirror of life are collected and pieced back together, so that the reflection is as it once was.--
He looked at himself in the mirror. Crimson eyes, once vibrant, now seemed dull and lifeless. Alabastrine locks hung down in his face, matted with sweat. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't look at himself any longer. It made him sick.
--But that will never happen. For now, I think I'll just hold on to what I have. I'll let this move on. After all, that's just how life is...sad, lonely, and frightening. It's like a song without a tune; Flowing in and out, never ending, ever on...--
Leaning against the wall, Aelfric slumped down to the floor, clutching the doll to his chest. He panted, rocking himself back and forth, mumbling incoherent whispers to himself. More sweat rolled down his face and body, soaking his clothes.
--In that sense, darkness is my only friend. It is the something that I would hold on to in my times of need. My dismal haven. The shadowed light would shine through my window and seem to laugh in my face. 'You're useless,' is what it would say. 'No one loves you. They will never love you. You're different. No one hears your cryptic cries for help. You're a loser.' I'm a loser. I'll never amount to anything. I was just an unfortunate mistake. A b*****d child. The whore's get. Lucifer's first choice. Born with angel wings. I'm of two worlds, but always in the middle. That's just how life is. It's not black and white; It's greyscale.--
--There used to be something that I could hold onto when I was little. When I was scared or upset, that would be the thing that I would consult. Normal people scare me. They're too judgmental. And happy. Too much happy. How can any living thing survive with that much joy harboring in their soul? There has to be sadness somewhere. That's just how life is.--
Aelfric held the small, handmade doll in his hands. Plain grey fabric, buttons for eyes, and stitches for a mouth. Not quality, but enough. Dirty and tattered, it seemed as if the stitched mouth had, over time, turned downward into an awkward frown. He looked at the doll a few moments longer, then turned to the mirror on the wall. Darkness clouded his mind.
--Only a selected few are privileged enough to reside in complete oblivion. Away from the broken world that we live in. We've broken it. We've shattered it into the little pieces of society that exist. We're the ones who created segregation. We've brought it against ourselves, and there's nothing that we can do to change it. It is inevitable. Once we create something, it can never be undone until all the shards from the mirror of life are collected and pieced back together, so that the reflection is as it once was.--
He looked at himself in the mirror. Crimson eyes, once vibrant, now seemed dull and lifeless. Alabastrine locks hung down in his face, matted with sweat. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't look at himself any longer. It made him sick.
--But that will never happen. For now, I think I'll just hold on to what I have. I'll let this move on. After all, that's just how life is...sad, lonely, and frightening. It's like a song without a tune; Flowing in and out, never ending, ever on...--
Leaning against the wall, Aelfric slumped down to the floor, clutching the doll to his chest. He panted, rocking himself back and forth, mumbling incoherent whispers to himself. More sweat rolled down his face and body, soaking his clothes.
--In that sense, darkness is my only friend. It is the something that I would hold on to in my times of need. My dismal haven. The shadowed light would shine through my window and seem to laugh in my face. 'You're useless,' is what it would say. 'No one loves you. They will never love you. You're different. No one hears your cryptic cries for help. You're a loser.' I'm a loser. I'll never amount to anything. I was just an unfortunate mistake. A b*****d child. The whore's get. Lucifer's first choice. Born with angel wings. I'm of two worlds, but always in the middle. That's just how life is. It's not black and white; It's greyscale.--
