Bitter he was,as he lay knee deep in frigid thoughts,The world turned it's back on him a long time ago.He hated it with a vengeance.the world and the people in it.the people he once thought were allies..turned out to be nothing more than cowardly scoundrels...Brave only in numbers,Waiting to pounce like a pack of hungry wolves,when he showed the most minuscule signs of weakness.The distasteful sight of cowardice behaviour.he scoffs at the lack of robustness he'd come to expect them to have..His happy thoughts no more,repulsed by the dark dreams that had long festered like open wounds, gnawing steadily through his mind..encircling like deathly vultures,waiting for him to collapse.ready to feast on his soul,to tear it apart,bit by bit,till an unrecognizable form of decaying mass remained,left for the hellish worms...
The normalcy of his mind, unfathomable now,tethering precariously along the lines of redundant thoughts and complete insanity..Ready to burst at the tightly wound seems.,Like a contemptuous serpent laying patiently in the shadows,waiting for the right second to lay it's fangs heavy with venom on an unlucky but insignificant prey,smiling wryly as it feels it's prey going limp with every passing second as it's poison seeps slowly through it's veins,leaving an excruciating path of destruction of it's vitals,numbing it's senses . .ready to let loose his demons,held captive for so long..demons who hunger for total anarchy of their surroundings..Ones who feed on disparity,ones who drink of vices that are constantly abound..Oh how they dance to the tune of falling bodies,howling maniacally as every last resounding scream fills the air..The screams from a city being massacred to oblivion,a city that's being reduced to dust,because of their own folly..It's not his fault.he was just a victim of circumstances..When they said,they'd unleash hell on him,they never imagined he was the hell that they so pompously tried to pass of as a threat,a weak,hollow threat albeit...
The very hell now that every last one of them are dissipating in..Now,divorced of emotions.. detached from feelings,he lays on his bed of hate.supported by the pillow made entirely of broken dreams..His mind twisted by haranguing,nagging voices .a mind as dark as the naked night.devoid of stars..Sweat glistening of his brow,forming crystal beads where flames from a dying candle dance on it's reflection...he lets this new feeling envelop him,like a warm blanket..He has been betrayed,he is broken..as he lays,eyes heavy with sleep,dripping with resentment,he manages a half hearted smile,..because he knows that tomorrow,another city would be brought to it's knees again..
The normalcy of his mind, unfathomable now,tethering precariously along the lines of redundant thoughts and complete insanity..Ready to burst at the tightly wound seems.,Like a contemptuous serpent laying patiently in the shadows,waiting for the right second to lay it's fangs heavy with venom on an unlucky but insignificant prey,smiling wryly as it feels it's prey going limp with every passing second as it's poison seeps slowly through it's veins,leaving an excruciating path of destruction of it's vitals,numbing it's senses . .ready to let loose his demons,held captive for so long..demons who hunger for total anarchy of their surroundings..Ones who feed on disparity,ones who drink of vices that are constantly abound..Oh how they dance to the tune of falling bodies,howling maniacally as every last resounding scream fills the air..The screams from a city being massacred to oblivion,a city that's being reduced to dust,because of their own folly..It's not his fault.he was just a victim of circumstances..When they said,they'd unleash hell on him,they never imagined he was the hell that they so pompously tried to pass of as a threat,a weak,hollow threat albeit...
The very hell now that every last one of them are dissipating in..Now,divorced of emotions.. detached from feelings,he lays on his bed of hate.supported by the pillow made entirely of broken dreams..His mind twisted by haranguing,nagging voices .a mind as dark as the naked night.devoid of stars..Sweat glistening of his brow,forming crystal beads where flames from a dying candle dance on it's reflection...he lets this new feeling envelop him,like a warm blanket..He has been betrayed,he is broken..as he lays,eyes heavy with sleep,dripping with resentment,he manages a half hearted smile,..because he knows that tomorrow,another city would be brought to it's knees again..
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