wishmaker
Satisfy me. Fill my veins with the pleasure of your lips' gentle embraces upon the skin of my neck. Your touch is it. It is the beginning of eternities and end of it all. It is you I seek. It is for your voice that upon my deaf ears I hear.
If you'll have it, I'll lay my bloody hands upon your skin, and tarnish your righteous soul along with mine. For oh how tempting you are, I can do nothing but corrupt you.
And have you satisfy me. One more time.
Imagine a world where humanity is one. A well oiled machine, working solely towards the goal of peace. To some, it is an unimaginable goal, but to me, my eyes can see the dream floating whimsically in the wind; just outside the grasp of my hands. I can see it with acuity. My eyes sharpen, and the solution strikes my thoughts like thunder.
It's my turn now. Time for myself, and others like me to turn the world, for I will no longer permit the souls tainted with darkness to crush the dreams of others.
In a few days time, she will be gone. A leaf drifted too far in the wind. A wave lost in the masses of ocean torrents. Blood will cease to flow like the water running through a dam, and her eyes will close a final time. Eternal peace will surround her, in a shroud of mystery and misery.
She walks hand in hand with pain. Day in, day out, her strength to live knows no bounds.
Yet the flow of time is often found to be fickle, and her strength recedes with each passing hour.
Yes. In a few days time, she will be gone. From our world, and our hearts.
You will be gone. I will end everything you once loved, and finish you will the soft steel of revenge. My hatred burns deep, as my wish comes true. As truth pierces the shield of lies that you have surrounded yourself with, I grin wickedly.
You were nothing. And now?
Now, you are gone.
Things are soaking. I'm standing outside your door, in the pouring rain. I can feel it, dripping over my skin. drenching my hair. It clouds my eyes when I try to see where you are, and blocks the sound of my voice calling out to you.
The rain seems to never end. But I can see you. You're just inside your room, on your computer.
You don't even see me, but I'm seeing everything.
You don't even know, that I'm about to kill you.
Her gaze was over powering. In every way, her eyes flicked over my body in dominance. She was fire, and beauty. In one being, elegance was retained to perfection.
The luck I had to be in the presence of this woman was angelic.For any day, any hour and any minute, I will let her beauty dominate me. Her fire will blaze day and night, scorching the winds and burning the crashing waves.
A woman destined to write the stars, and choose the fates, she is mine. A love both boundless and short is ever so sweet, to keep.
"The consciousness of the masses weighs heavy against the souls of the willing. Those brave enough to step forward feel the constant, unwavering pressure of society. Yet it is these brave persons who turn our world clockwise. And it is man's wisest decision to bear the weight of the masses, and turn this world a page anew. For it is this motion, this resistance that liberates children, and brings beauty into a world of everlasting hatred and disorder."
~ Matthew Everwind
People are everywhere, swarming in on me. The masses could not be controlled. The events that occurred were beyond me. It came out of me, flying quickly. Suddenly it was quiet, and I was the only one left.
Alone, truly alone.
Everyone was gone, abandoning me, or running in fear.
I stand here, amongst the pile of souls that have already forgotten me.
Yet not without weight, do I perch myself above the masses. The weights of those fallen, and those to fall rest upon my shoulders. The starving and begging, the crying and weak.
Your cries are not unheard. I will listen.
And I will listen alone.
Possible
What is possible? I never knew. Until that day, I never realized what I was capable of. The powers inside of me. The pain and fear, I could cause.
Within myself, I had always known. There was a silent humming, deep within. A quiet yearning for more, slowly increasing into a scream, a plea for greatness. I looked up, and stared intently at the eyes falling upon my glowing body. No fear remained in my gaze, and no pain.
I smirked slightly, filled with an unknown emotion. I could feel the power. I could feel the rejuvenation of my life.
This was it. My story begins here.
( This was my entry for, "possible", before I had an account. And I just want it on my account now)
What I search for, and live for. In a never ending game of hide and seek. Its riches fill me with pride, and its absence leaves me devoid of life.
Why so fickle? Could I not just simply grasp you? Hold you like a lover?
If you were mine, the world would be yours.
Together, you and I; it just seems right.
Yet the miseries of life seem to turn us both onto different paths.
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