Archive for emotions

Master of Disguise

Posted in life, love, personal, poetry, writing with tags , , , on May 5, 2018 by Shadow

I’m holding a sword now
But I’m queasy inside
I move and I’m understanding
A love that would strike me
Do I look like a knight?
Look how my veins are bleeding

Now I see it all so clear
There’s nothing in your eyes
You taught me what to be
A master of disguise

I stand at the threshold
But I can’t take a step
The truth has me down and shaking
A peace that eludes me
Am I supposed to be brave?
My desires are so aggravating

With a simple choice of words
I’m cold adrift the skies
You taught me what to be
A master of disguise

I’m facing the destruction
Exhausted I gaze
My body is an act without me
No silver lining in the clouds
Where I am supposed to go?
Into the open I’m never free

Through the crowd I’m waking
No longer am I diseased
In control I roll the dice
You taught me what I need to be
Without a soul or heart I am

A master of disguise

Advertisements

Emotionless

Posted in prose, writing with tags on April 17, 2010 by Shadow

“I can no longer feel emotions,” the ghastly figure stated with a gnarled, sickening voice, “I have summoned the powers of the void to remove the heart that beats.”

It stared at me, and nothing else happened. I wasn’t even certain the words were spoken aloud, or in my mind. In time I began to feel a great weight in my own heart, and the beating grew intense as though an explosion would occur in my chest. My eyes felt lethargic and my hands quivered with melting sensation, and I suddenly felt like a burst of heaven had entered into my being, that I had ventured into a nexus of never ending joy. I sensed the being luring me, as though my pain had been its pain, as though its pain had been mine. Was the being even there? I struggled to stand still and my legs felt like folding at the knees, and yet I was fixed in place, awaiting some need to be fulfilled. I wasn’t sure of resisting, and I wasn’t sure of acceding; I just wanted my pain taken away. I felt all the sorrows of my life, why I was in that godforsaken place, where at night the foul creatures roamed in search of souls to devour. Everything had come to rest in a fitful nightmare for myself that I realized, this grotesque thing before me, was my salvation, my angel of death.

“I will remove your heart,” it spoke, “and you will live peacefully in eternity, as I.”