zombie boy | one-shot
Jan 20, 2018 20:35:55 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Jan 20, 2018 20:35:55 GMT -5
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L E G I O N.
The frothy smoke danced across my sunken eyes as I watched the world crumble. The burn of a sweet inhale filling my lunges, and for just a moment I escape. I escape from all humanity, their wicked grasp no longer taking hold of me. I scream, but no one listens to the crying boy, for he had cried wolf far too many times. How many hear the harmonious whistle of a suffering crow? The answer is no one, for crows are symbols of trickery and greed, and so love was stripped from them entirely.
It was funny how humans could be so blind. Blind to those that were left to drown and wither away in their own filth. While those who are willing to lie and murder and deceive, live a life of luxury. As it turned out, we were all just the same amount of fucked.
I could feel the embers of my cigarette burning too closely to my lip. I smudge the burning tobacco stick against the stone wall and pull the packet from my back pocket. When I opened the packet to retrieve another I noticed the pack was empty. 'fuck me'...There was no way the market place was open at this hour. I guess wasting away filling my body with nicotine wasn't going to be on the agenda for tonight.
I needed the nicotine to calm my mind, without it my mind would wonder, and I feared where it might end up.
I saw her face, her lifeless face in my sleep. It had been years since she was gone, but still, that expression. The expression of true agony and suffering, that was the world in its truest form. No one had your back, no one cared. If anybody had given a damn about each other, then the world would never have become the shit-hole it is now.
For a dead boy, I was incapable of pretending. I was incapable of pretending like I wasn't broken, like I wasn't shattered by the potency of darkness.
When I was a boy I was afraid of the dark, and now I live in the shadows, but that darkness had never been the true enemy. It wasn't the darkness of night we must fear, but the darkness of ones heart. I wanted them all dead, I wanted to see them collapse and bleed, and I wanted to be the one to do it, but most of all I wanted the pain to stop. I wanted to feel like I wasn't crazy, and I wanted to feel like I deserved my next breathe.
Tears begin to slither down the sides of my hollow cheeks as I pull my sweat-stained collar to wipe them. Who was I kidding? I didn't have the stomach, I didn't have the backbone, none of us did.
Its why the world has gone dark...
