Human weakness Monsters within
Bakemono. Beast..Monster..Demon..Freak...all examples of the cruel, ruthless names tossed at the beholder of. And yet. Though they insult and stare in disgust at such a 'creature', they fear. They dread at the monster within. The monster, that seemingly replaces the soul of a long-lost child. And yet. That didn't matter to them, if a child's soul was lost...it just mattered that the bakemono from within would, one day, emerge..Blood. It was everywhere. The sight, the smell. It's stench reaked in the air. Dead bodies lay in a pool of their own blood. Their faces...pained and agonized. Their bodies bloodied and beatened. Their clothes torn and ripped. Fear. Pain. The only thing you could feel at the sight....Fear. Pain. Panic. That's all you could feel in the admist of darkness. You could feel your heart pounding in your head. Your breath...was heavy. Your face...full of fear. Your body ...bloodied. And your mind...tormented and yet love what is that its seem to me it is a figment of imagination. We don't see very much love now or in the past or future. All I can see and feel is the hatred and selfishness of everyone. I believe love is only of imagination made to give humans a satisifaction of a moments worth of happiness.Human weakness. Its common among us, but yet it is the hardest thing to describe. Human weakness. We all have one, but many times it is kept under lock and key. Trust, weakness, and flaws are among the hardest things to put in writing, yet one of the most common things in this world. I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams, no matter how far off they were. But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart that has now seem to stop beating.
