Confused and left without words is an understatement for one who has so much to speak? loss of Reason can cause one to babble? but when you've just been struck with grief, does anything ever make sense? To mark history would be useless, but to make history is worth a thousand ages? But none of that matters if you don't know the names of your tools? what your working with? the beginning is always a nice place to start?
Do you recognize the man in front of you? Do you know who he is? the one speaking his mind before the very souls who dare judge him?
Do you know his story? Or why his dark eyes appear to be full of sorrow and anger all while giving comfort? Do you know the difference between him and the rest of the world? It's not obvious? although it screams in ignorance right in front of you? Is he just a man, shadowed by his own honesty? Do you really think that his kindness isn't the blanket of a dark truth? a side not seen by human eyes?
He speaks words of wisdom? twisted but deep. He stands and stares before you, silently screaming with envy to have lived a life as horribly wrong as any of you. When in reality, it is what makes you all human that bears into his dark, cold soul and makes him mourn for what has been taken from him years ago?.
It is your very likeness as humans that you all do not see? what he does see? Innocent children merely teaching what was once taught or disgraceful shadows only mocking your very existence by taking it for granted? off his stone-misted fist? he stands before you as a man? but speaks as a reaper? taking your very souls beneath your feet? as now, he stands? as now, I stand?
I do not want you to notice me or to recognize the ignored and mis-interpreted message in this script? I do not want you all to understand the broken story I carve into this damn forsaken world? a work made uneasily without care or spite? I don?t want those to think that I am the kind and gentle soul that materializes the beautiful but deadly smiles on your faces, nor the outstanding orphan with a blood stained past?
Rather see me as the one who stands before you? speaking the truth? and honesty? marking your minds for the rest of the day? only to forget tomorrow? a cliche' spoken before, as many along will be? Ignore these wings and take a closer look at the purest miracle of all? yourselves?.
 X_Makibi · Thu Mar 09, 2006 @ 06:02pm · 0 Comments |
