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"One day, you will awaken to a world of my creation.
A world without spirit."
Somewhere, in a clearing
Empty--as empty--as the glass
There stands a man hewn
From his frozen, chiseled past.
A pillar of grief and a stone
Cold heart that stalls
And refuses to beat; as these
Days build stiff, angry walls.
Walls around him, letting no
One in—alone he is today,
And alone he shall be till
Time itself fades away.
And it is alone that he thinks,
Waits for his hour to strike.
Insanity turns him inside out
And the earth about him alike.
He seeks ghosts of a humanity
That has died very long ago.
He will not dig his tattered self
From his stained grave in snow.
The snow continues to fall
And fill him to his seams.
His eyes close and he finds
He is drowning in his dreams.
One of many heart-worn men
Born into an unforgiving lie.
Remorseless and fathomless
Are the wings that will not fly.
He waits, forever impatient,
For a savior that cannot come.
The years pile on his skin, as
The snow does; and he is done.
Untangling the web that has
Surrounded him for good,
He stops and starts to see
Where and why he has stood.
Somewhere, in a clearing,
Full as the glass of the
Optimist that he never was
And the one he'll never be.
And suddenly, he is brimming
With an everlasting rage.
He rips himself apart in his
Struggle to leave his cage.
He does, and he never looks
Back upon the world he knew.
He moves, and yet he doesn't,
For the lies finally came true.
There would be an end to this
If his frozen, chiseled past
Had not caught him in the
Ice and crippled him at last.
He moves, and yet he doesn't,
For he is blind to all his flaws—
There would be an end to this;
But the day will never come when
The snow
Thaws.
A world without spirit."
Somewhere, in a clearing
Empty--as empty--as the glass
There stands a man hewn
From his frozen, chiseled past.
A pillar of grief and a stone
Cold heart that stalls
And refuses to beat; as these
Days build stiff, angry walls.
Walls around him, letting no
One in—alone he is today,
And alone he shall be till
Time itself fades away.
And it is alone that he thinks,
Waits for his hour to strike.
Insanity turns him inside out
And the earth about him alike.
He seeks ghosts of a humanity
That has died very long ago.
He will not dig his tattered self
From his stained grave in snow.
The snow continues to fall
And fill him to his seams.
His eyes close and he finds
He is drowning in his dreams.
One of many heart-worn men
Born into an unforgiving lie.
Remorseless and fathomless
Are the wings that will not fly.
He waits, forever impatient,
For a savior that cannot come.
The years pile on his skin, as
The snow does; and he is done.
Untangling the web that has
Surrounded him for good,
He stops and starts to see
Where and why he has stood.
Somewhere, in a clearing,
Full as the glass of the
Optimist that he never was
And the one he'll never be.
And suddenly, he is brimming
With an everlasting rage.
He rips himself apart in his
Struggle to leave his cage.
He does, and he never looks
Back upon the world he knew.
He moves, and yet he doesn't,
For the lies finally came true.
There would be an end to this
If his frozen, chiseled past
Had not caught him in the
Ice and crippled him at last.
He moves, and yet he doesn't,
For he is blind to all his flaws—
There would be an end to this;
But the day will never come when
The snow
Thaws.
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Preview picture credit to original artist. TBH, it was Cyrus's profile picture on his Twitter account, so what. I tried ;_; Curse my inability to produce physical art. Curse it.
It's double-spaced, for some fuckbunnies reason.
OKAY I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS I WAS JUST REALLY BORED AND I HAVE A BUTT-TON OF HOMEWORK THIS WEEKEND I WAS PROCRASTINATING AND THIS CAME OUT I KNOW I'VE BEEN PROMISING PART 4 OF STARTING THE FIRE BUT I'VE BEEN BUSY ALL WEEK I HAD TWO DATES SATURDAY AND MY BOYFRIEND IS GOING BACK TO COLLEGE TODAY AND THIS IS PROBABLY THE ONLY THING I'LL WRITE ALL OCTOBER OH MY GOD WHERE IS MY PUNCTUATION ASLKJAKSDFJBQ348O12'.,;'ML;K oh look, naked pictures of Cynthia.
I'm still so hung up on Cyrus. He's such an excellent character--I can't get over it. Seriously, the company of a children's video game made such a psychotic, sociopathic character--and so accurately, too. It fills me with glee.
And something else, if you know what I mean
Okay, that was uncalled for. Blame the air. It's been raining since Wednesday.
So I'm going to be full of crap and more unending crap all month--I'm not sure as to how much I'll be able to crank out. We'll see when it gets there. In the meantime, cheers! Sorry for my brief absence.
Love you all,
Original work by Silent--Protagonist. This may NOT be reprinted or distributed without my written permission.
Cyrus (c) Nintendo/GameFreak
Preview picture is not mine.
It's double-spaced, for some fuckbunnies reason.
OKAY I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW WHY I WROTE THIS I WAS JUST REALLY BORED AND I HAVE A BUTT-TON OF HOMEWORK THIS WEEKEND I WAS PROCRASTINATING AND THIS CAME OUT I KNOW I'VE BEEN PROMISING PART 4 OF STARTING THE FIRE BUT I'VE BEEN BUSY ALL WEEK I HAD TWO DATES SATURDAY AND MY BOYFRIEND IS GOING BACK TO COLLEGE TODAY AND THIS IS PROBABLY THE ONLY THING I'LL WRITE ALL OCTOBER OH MY GOD WHERE IS MY PUNCTUATION ASLKJAKSDFJBQ348O12'.,;'ML;K oh look, naked pictures of Cynthia.
I'm still so hung up on Cyrus. He's such an excellent character--I can't get over it. Seriously, the company of a children's video game made such a psychotic, sociopathic character--and so accurately, too. It fills me with glee.
And something else, if you know what I mean
Okay, that was uncalled for. Blame the air. It's been raining since Wednesday.
So I'm going to be full of crap and more unending crap all month--I'm not sure as to how much I'll be able to crank out. We'll see when it gets there. In the meantime, cheers! Sorry for my brief absence.
Love you all,
Original work by Silent--Protagonist. This may NOT be reprinted or distributed without my written permission.
Cyrus (c) Nintendo/GameFreak
Preview picture is not mine.
© 2012 - 2024 Silent--Protagonist
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