Promises fulfilled…
What more can be expected of this falsity?
Spuriousness spouts like venomous bane out of the hearts of man…
What more can be spoken of this disease?
The chance of me dying in peace is seldom more than tasting the forbidden fruit of Tree of Good and Evil…
The chance that I am freed from this blindness is such that I cannot taste any fruit of this histrionic world.
The chance that my hand that covers my face will be torn away to reveal a beautiful innocence is more than an eon away from even being thought to occur.
The chance that I should fulfill my living destiny is that it will cause me to live a death presaged…
Now I am living in a pool of my own blood…the bond of myself that I have agreed upon. But I do not regret it for one half of a second…for what am I without this longing? An empty shell.
I may be living in my own shadow for now…but what is worse, is that I am living in the ever-present cesspool of humankind.
Day by day I watch these poor pathetic saps drawl on and on about their life’s problems…when they amount up to less than my average sweet dream…and those are seldom seen, I assure you.
My comfort is this:
That I will be great.
I will be Something to the Darkness.
No matter how many footsteps I hear in the hallway eavesdropping on my thoughts…
No matter how many admonitions I receive from my acquaintances…
No matter the curses that may befall me.
Or the blessings hindered.
What do I care…
Humans are pawns.
And I am setting my pieces on the Game of Life so that I may win…soon.
Humans are but pawns.
