Bliss was OverratedMy thoughts shatter at the thought of you.
I break apart these thoughts,
They are broken memories;
Broken memories of us, together.
The pieces are smaller than a grain of sand and equally infinite;
I scatter them and watch slowly as each one drifts away agonisingly on the four winds.
Why does this hurt?
My mind numbs with the confusion, head throbbing,
My body aches with the effort as I realise...
I can still feel you.
I can feel you; clinging on,
A single shard,
One shattered piece,
A solitary grain of sand...
One memory remains.
I find it impossible to forget you.
I am defiant,
This is what I want!
I want to forget,
I want to be free, alone, to only feel the cold embrace of my silent, dark shadow.
A selfish wish perhaps, but it is my wish, no longer yours.
But I need to understand.
Why does this torture me, this single grain of sand?
This happy memory of you and I painfully envelops me gently,
I shudder in the pleasantly chilling warmth it brings.
My senses tingle in
Nox Eternus - Story Opening Dusk. The sun had begun to disappear beyond the vast mountain ranges that surrounded the Kingdom of Arcanum, the sky was slowly growing darker and thousands of stars would soon be appearing to smother the night sky. It had been a cloudless day but, it being winter, it had been a bitingly cold one. There was a strong wind blowing in from the north and it bought with it a harsh and unforgiving chill. There was no doubt that rain, or even snow would soon follow suit. The Kingdoms capital city of Agger would soon be silent.
Within the city itself shopkeepers had already cleared their stalls of goods and others were hastily shooing the last few indecisive customers out of their doors. Many citizens had joined together in a mass exodus, all working their way towards their homes or to the nearest pubs. They remained huddled tightly together and slowly shambled their way through the narrow streets, all with hands firmly clasped in pockets or
Drifiting to Pessimism...Im closed in.
A tight clasp wrapped around my neck;
fingers grip so tight, I cannot breathe.
I cannot move.
I only stare.
My eyes are shocked,
stunned as these crazed events unfold in front on them.
When did this happen?
How did it begin?
What has led to this moment?
The understanding is elusive,
The meaning fading, falling, finishing...diminishing.
This is the beginning of philosophy,
of the facts and of the figures,
of the ideas and the dreams that are hidden,
hidden by the antagonists,
by the villains,
by the enemies,
by ghosts and ghouls.
All things gothic, all things horrific and sickeningly terrific...it makes my heart sick.
You, everyone, everything;
the past, present, even the future.
All the antagonists have gathered at my gates,
I stand alone,
defenceless and without a friend, no one to console me,
no one to fight with me;
I am the sole protagonist in this story;
a lone hero in a story of morality and mortality;
of all things right and wrong, of
You live in Fiction... You plan for things that will not happen.
In possession of a mind obsessed with Rational Thoughts...but truthfully;
It's a contradiction,
you live in Fiction...
will you return to Reality?
Focus, focus, focus.
Focus is all you ever do.
You forget the World around you,
constantly straining for that Light in the distance.
The hope of something better always out of reach?
it sucks the life,
clasps on like a vice -
Claws, bites, consumes life;
your Soul possession dissipating, fading into Fiction.
It's not a place you want to be.
Is it a place of escape?
Or a place of no return?
Become lost in the Reshaping World.
Stories, tales and songs from your childhood Past will become your Reality,
your truth in a fake World.
This is your new Reality.
This is your new, non-existant, eternal Prison.
There are no bars here.
None but the one's you have installed.
There are no guards here.