In memory

In memory of a once great hero, or he whom  they believed to be. A love strong, diminishing into being but a room mate. Though you may not be dead, you were once a hero to me. Now you're nothing but a cheat, and a fraud. Desperate for attention you take advantage of situations. Lies, Lies, LIES. This is dedicated to the once great hero, that unwilling revealed his fraudulent behavior. To the once great man I had idolized for years of my childhood. You disgust me, every part of your being.

I cherish my time with you, I don't do it out of love, but pity. Looking for easy fucks is all you know how to do. Lying to everyone that deserves to know the truth. Things can be much simpler if you learned how to stop. But you obviously can't since you're just the spider in the corner of the room. Waiting to be squashed. Will easily be squashed. And in the end will be squashed. A fake, an impure,corrupt shell that had been created to emanate the earth's beauty. A dark worker, a vampire of emotions, you  feed off the prana of  the world, yet you choose to eat.

Don't think I don't love you, just don't think I'll be there for you any longer.

BeddyBye

Holding a gift in a pouch, she hands me hers, I hand her mine.She takes it and smiles, as do I. She pulls the string and all the pieces start to fly. I look at her with my puzzled stare. She tells me they flew everywhere. So look at my gift, as she hid it in her locket. Something beautiful, out of something broken. Written on the pouch in my hand. "A piece to the puzzle I'll give you, only a piece."

I look inside, "A piece to the puzzle I'll give you, only a piece.", a piece to the puzzle that's all there was. I look at the pieces scattered on  the ground. Pick them up one by one and put them in the pouch. "I have all the pieces!" I scream happily. She frowns and sees a hole in the pouch. A deep solemn frown, crystals forming on her cheeks. A lacking stare. "All the pieces? Where?" The pouch almost empty, one piece remained.

I leave hold the pouch and my face starts to tighten. All the pieces but one has fallen. Retrace my steps and find the missing parts, I start to walk back to the beginning.Pick up all the pieces, I did. Put them in my pocket. When I took them out, I put them back in the pouch and held it tight.

"All the pieces, I have found them." She looked at me with joyful eyes, yet a straight face. "All the pieces? Where?" I open the pouch and can't  help but laugh, the piece I was looking at was only just the last. All pieces of the puzzle were different. Only that one piece she had given me was important.

I pointed to her locket and grinned "All the pieces are over there.". In her locket held everything for safe keeping. She giggled and opened up her locket. A puzzle I had been trying to solve I shared with her. She had the piece that was never there. Not lacking, but with it the puzzle glowed. This puzzle was a problem I should have shared. It was a puzzle that connects us all to one breath of air.

A piece to the puzzle, only a piece.

Welcome

No ride home, a man looks for change. Three phrases enter his mind, “Forget the body. Clear the mind. Enter the soul”. “Welcome to Limbo” he says with the thought barely grazing the bottom of his skull. Reminded of past adventures he had once embarked on, he closes his eyes and returns to bliss.

Welcome to Limbo. Welcome home. Colors, blown in the wind, air thinner than a sheet of acid.
Welcome to Limbo. Welcome home! He screams in anger rather than satisfaction.

Where can a world like this exist when eyes are open?

Where can a world like this exist when eyes are closed?

A walk towards the road of  dreams, none shall find him in this world, not even his own master. Words, from every single corner of the universe, being shouted at the top of his lungs. Breathe, breathe, there’s nothing else to do but breathe. Each inhale bringing him deeper and deeper into his soul. Don’t pick the flower of which doesn’t bear fruit. Don’t eat the apple given to you. Each heart intertwined through veins invisible to closed eyes. He looks towards the sun, but doesn’t become blind.

He once again opens his eyes.

Welcome back.

Welcome to Limbo.

Welcome home