I don't believe in me, said Monster,
or in the things I've created.
Upon heaps of words I sit, but understanding...
well, it's always much farther away than I thought.
In the dark passages of time, my hands find only blank space,
an open mouth.
I've fallen into nothingness.
Lethe pours through my fingers like ruddy ink.
I can't dream and I grieve.
I feel oblivion on my breath.
Acrid and salty,
a reaper's shadow on my bones.
Speak to me, please,
before it devours me.
My life in a laptop
Is quite delirious
And often precarious.
My heart is there -
On the dreams I've made
And my eyes are here -
On the people who I've let live them
It feels like a lonely place.
A window
Only wide enough for a single soul
to peer through.
Or an empty wish I made
On a sleepless, tearful night.
It's a world
Where words never run dry
And where comrades line up,
like raindrops,
To fill my bleeding pen with healing ink.
Or who are like beacons
To guide me
When I fear I've lost connection.
Only,
Sometimes I wonder if things I see
Are really just things...
Or just thoughts
Left by capricious minds
To fill the void
That grief
... is ghastly.
It's ghostly
and falsely comforting.
It's absolutely
anonymously whispering.
Scholarly deceiving.
Utterly unwanting.
Freely
and completely crushing.
Listen...
Caging.
Corrupting.
And now the word of the day
is temporarily exiting.
My world is a place of graves,
Of shadows and black ink stains.
My soul is naked
Beneath the sky,
Golden, red, and glistening.
I, alone, fading,
And pale as a stack of bones,
Have left the darkness
To sleep
Beneath the soil.
Fingers graze
Cool stone engraved
With moss-cankered words.
Words.
Nothing but nonsense
Wasting useful energy.
"Let me down."
It breaths heavy and long.
"Help me go,
Useless
Nonsense."
My world is a place of graves,
Of shadows and black ink stains.
My soul is naked
Beneath the sky,
Golden, red, and glistening.
I, alone, fading,
And pale as a stack of bones,
Have left the darkness
To sleep
Beneath the soil.
Fingers graze
Cool stone engraved
With moss-cankered words.
Words.
Nothing but nonsense
Wasting useful energy.
"Let me down."
It breaths heavy and long.
"Help me go,
Useless
Nonsense."
RULES
1. Pick one of your OCs.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OC.
3. Tag others!
~leafborderplz (https://www.deviantart.com/leafborderplz):iconleafborderplz::iconleafborderplz::iconleafborderplz:
1. What is your name?
Manbu... Hey.
2. Do you know why you were named that?
I'm called Manbu for many reasons... I'm not going to tell you any of them.
3. Single or taken?
...flexible?
4. Have any abilities or powers?
No.
5. Stop being a Mary Sue!
Mary who?
6. What's your eye color?
Gray... or something.
7. How about hair color?
Black.
8. Do  you have any family members?
Not anymore.
9. Oh? How about pets?
I had a cat
Death is not always a sad thing. It’s doesn’t have to hurt, or leave an empty place burning in your heart. Some things pass peacefully.
Like a soft whisper. Or a Gentle sigh.
And with an end may come something new. Something beautiful that wasn’t there before.
A new beginning. Or a new life.
2013, we loved you…
To whoever reads this, may you live. May you smile and make others smile. Love whoever is beside you. Be creative. Why hesitate? Dance in the rain. Sit in a coffeeshop. Find new songs and love old songs. Talk to a stranger. Make a friend. Dream like you have nothing to lose. Remember the lesson, not the di