- By xxLace {Lace...myself xP} (From the point of view of one of my characters. I’ll keep it anonymous.)
Sometimes I wonder in a blur Sometimes I cry without the tears, without a sound or stir Sometimes I smile because simply, it was all I could portray Sometimes I fight the anger that eventually piles up like dust in a barren cabin’s layer during the day Sometimes I feel so detached from myself As a book without a title, burrowing sullenly upon a shelf That all I can see is lives passing by Engraving themselves into a distorted, quiet sigh Consuming and assuming my forever unknown Without a thought to its true effect, on my consuming, assuming,
When one creates phantoms for oneself, one puts vampires into the world, and one must nourish these children of a voluntary nightmare with one's blood, one's life, one's intelligence, and one's reason, without ever satisfying them.