CrouchingFate

Looking in a mirror, what do you expect to see? Looking at glass, you’ll see through what is there, to what is behind it … Looking at darkness you’ll see nothing, not even what is there … Looking at nothing, you’ll see the absence of what should be there. When I am introspective, I see a broad expanse of gray … and chaos.  It is unsettling. Feeling trapped in a body that will not yield, but only ever slaves to my wishes,… Feeling abnormal in a world that caters to my silver tongue,.. Feeling as though control is out of my grasp, but within reach … Spontaneous tears tell me something is deeply an

Silent streaks of color, flash before my face, words with no meaning, viciously spoken; common place. Lay me in the corner, of a sound-proof room, leave me there alone, ill disappear soon. With no sound I breath, Wishing my words were loud, My movements make little noise, Softly heard, no matter how proud. Wind on the grass, a needle on the carpet, screaming with much tenor, no one's heard me yet. Eclipsing the thoughts, ive begun to repeat, words spoken in vain, im talking to my feet. Throwing words at the wall, Throwing words at you all, Never heard, I begin to fall, Words thrown, I begin to crawl...

Well, once I walked into a store, completely with a desire for oranges. While I looked around it's nonsensically organized aisle, I spotted a piece of cheese stapled to a wall, with the words 'call me Joey' written in Ketchup on it. I walked slowly toward it, ignoring the dog nipping on my heels and the sticky feeling of under cleaned, and candy dried floors, and looked largely at it's smelly texture, the cheese being the object of my inspection and interest. I gingerly placed my finger over the somewhat decayed corner of the yellow piece of cheese on the wall, and slowly tugged on it. The dog no longer nipped my heels, he had wandered off

The innocence of our time, is drained from your eyes, like a thought from your head, is thrown out your mouth. The heart is infected, with a wound from the world, the soul is infected, with a black hole from your actions. The world will fail, when your heart is destroyed, a generation wasted, brought upon by your own design. But, I digress, you know that already, your heart is set, your soul is netted. Your mind is gone, your thoughts run dry, your actions robotic, your hands moving without reason. Silence solves all mysteries, it heals all wounds. Melody of my mind, lyrics of my thoughts, the song of my soul.

Well, this fight is for all of us, the best of us drowning in the regimes of those with the power.  The angry mobs have taken what we hold near our blood, and covered it with sour sinking opinions which drag them below their ever intended atmosphere of existence.  I will forever enjoy the illusion that my falling has caused defeat, and my scrapes are a testimony to my alluded lost tendencies. Will you stand with me when the cliff below removes its support, and the rocks tumble underfoot before upon your head?  The blows will knock your mind loose, and your ideas far from their intended point. Will your feet stand when the wind is ready to ri