In a miserable attempt, I sit here trying to place this puzzle piece, I named Sumira, the only problem is that it just doesn't seem to fit anywhere and I
try to shape so it does fit somewhere, I try to sharpen the edges. No, no that doesn't work. So, I smoothen the surface, I mould and re-mould it but there is no place that it fits.
Surrounded by those people I love and by those who love me, I feel so alone. A solitary reaper, perhaps. I try to make myself heard, I voice my thoughts but them dreaded words cease to make sense. The mind stops to comprehend. I look for answers I never get. I want someone to hear me, someone, anyone. I shout, I scream those words that echo in my head. Laughing faces, mischevious grins, flowing tears, everlasting sadness in some eyes, fires ablaze, oceans of blood, greens that turn silver, blue that turns brown, ah! that sweet sweet fragrance of money, and even sweeter that of power that follows the stench of vomit, flowers turn into thorns, a flicker of hope, the world spins madly on, the faith recedes, torpid corpes, the constant buzzing, pitch darkness, Void. A MAGNETIC GINORMOUS VOID.
And I find myself wishing that unspoken taboo wish. I find myself wishing Death. Maybe there is peace there. Maybe..
try to shape so it does fit somewhere, I try to sharpen the edges. No, no that doesn't work. So, I smoothen the surface, I mould and re-mould it but there is no place that it fits.
Surrounded by those people I love and by those who love me, I feel so alone. A solitary reaper, perhaps. I try to make myself heard, I voice my thoughts but them dreaded words cease to make sense. The mind stops to comprehend. I look for answers I never get. I want someone to hear me, someone, anyone. I shout, I scream those words that echo in my head. Laughing faces, mischevious grins, flowing tears, everlasting sadness in some eyes, fires ablaze, oceans of blood, greens that turn silver, blue that turns brown, ah! that sweet sweet fragrance of money, and even sweeter that of power that follows the stench of vomit, flowers turn into thorns, a flicker of hope, the world spins madly on, the faith recedes, torpid corpes, the constant buzzing, pitch darkness, Void. A MAGNETIC GINORMOUS VOID.
And I find myself wishing that unspoken taboo wish. I find myself wishing Death. Maybe there is peace there. Maybe..
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