almosttomars
I feel half empty; to me, everything is half empty. The glass, the container, my spirit. A year of unhappiness and halves turned into quarters, sixths...splitting like amoebas and cells. Dividing cruelly.
The element of surprise has largely been forgotten by people in general. It seems we cannot keep secrets for our lives, and each time we try to use this lost element, it fails tremendously. As a race, we are blunt, never sneaky, and the few left who are cunning are labeled as villians and crooks.
They're large, horribly fierce. They have giant fangs that oftentimes drip with scarlet blood, and claws that tear through flesh and bark. Their fur reeks of mud and gore, and each them they take a step another lark flies off into the abyss, terrified.
I'm quite out of order right now. My mind is as cluttered as my drawers, and I have so many noises buzzing through my ears that I can barely focus on the song I'm listening to. Everything is out of order. Regrets. Hopes. Feelings. Happiness, especially.
Chaos
Swirling through my skull with the grace
Of a deadly dancer
A sharpened knife
You control me
Yet
I have so much power over you
Bring the blackness
Choke the light
Kill me now
While savoring victory and tipping the world
Residing within my head, the core of childhood. Myths of dragons, myths of innocence, myths within those stupid books which tainted me so. If only I could take a step back from all the talons and fire and wings and sparkles to realize that there was something wrong, deep within.