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    dots Submission Name: Behind masks we hidedots

    Author: Urisen
    ASL Info:    25/M/Netherlands
    Elite Ratio:    4.95 - 27/34/32
    Words: 542
    Class/Type: Prose/Misc
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       In the RP section I entertain myself with what is called "the word of the day".

    ( http://www.eliteskills.com/rp/entry/115323 )

    The word of that day was 'deception'.

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    dotsBehind masks we hidedots

    Filled with anger we show only our brighter sides, the diamond spinning in turn of foolish childishness, who are you to push me around the corner? Towards the next bend?!
    I need it not.

    His eyes are blackness themselves, they reflect no soul, no spirit, and they reveal no underlying emotions, for there are none. There are no facets to this being, the diamond is cut, yes, but it is done in a manner of which will provide you only ever with a mirror.
    For to look into his eyes depicts the beginning of a mad rushing descent into emptiness, devouring heart and soul, allow for it to entangle you, embrace you, drag you into the depths of his being. This darkness is warm, sentient, it cradles you close, ever closer, ever deeper into madness, the darkness is endless, a pit without a bottom, a drop that never ends, weightlessly flying around in a sea of nothing.

    An abominable void is all he offers, a curt smile, charming, for that is he, ever adapting to who you are, what you are, what you desire and request, consciously and subconsciously, beckoning, adapting to your every wish. You dance right, he will slant left, a perfect tango, swirling you around with mad promises of love and otherwise desired ambitions.
    Jealousy, for that is what he is as well, jealous, ever so jealous of your beating heart, your multi-facetted world that leaves him alone in the dark. This is why he pulls you closer, the shadows beckoning, enticing you to come play with it, for loneliness is its part.

    "Come, come dance, come play, we have all that you desire and more."
    The human heart, feeble minded as it is, loves to watch itself in the mirrors that pool in his eyes, his face is invisible, but their imagination shall fill the gap. Alongside that desire is a need, a want to believe. He abused it, the cloaks and shadows shimmer and wait, lurk, quietly, patiently. A grin taints his features, pulls them beyond human recognition, sharp teeth hide behind the feeble excuse he has, the darkness upholding the perfect two-way mirror. The light would shed truth upon him, but he makes sure he is never caught, the shadows are his life, his allies, his world.

    And such you dance, hold his hands, admire his perfect features, clutch cold hands around the warm body. It was everything you hoped for it to be and more, for the imagination is without limits, unaware, unnoticed, his perfect fašade continues, the ultimate deception drawing in your soul. And as his hands pull you in, ever closer, dancing ever tighter, coiling around your heart, with pride, joy, and your death is in his hands.

    You never noticed.

    He played the game, perfectly.

    The darkness you see, frees your memory.
    And after a while, it is all you know, all you need and yet.

    You find yourself alone, jealous of those that carry the multiple facets of the human emotion.

    After a while you search, for that heartbeat, that other warmth, dance that perfect dance, caught in an everlasting cycle.

    Submitted on 2009-12-27 18:43:09     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I don't know what to make of this.

    It's like you layered something in here, while leaving everything else exposed. It's just figuring out which is which that causes the head to spin. Your detail, imagery...everything is fascinating. The way the voice of this is spoken, it's as if every word is imprinted inside your mind and all you can do is sit there and continue on.

    my favorite line in this would have to be:

    "There are no facets to this being, the diamond is cut, yes, but it is done in a manner of which will provide you only ever with a mirror."

    I think everyone carries a mask before them, whether here or in the real world, sometimes they collide with each other and the ending result is something truly monstrous. I did that once, it wasn't pleasant and I hurt many many people, and to this day very few forgive me for this. Though in all reality I can't blame them.

    I think when you become the mask you wear is when you should be worried, when something you create to protect yourself over rides your own being...well then the men in white coats should rush to save someone. to meld your soul with something soulless...well it's like sticking two negatives together and when the end result isn't a positive, it's to late to realize how screwed you truly are.

    The ending sealed the deal on this poem, story, prose, whatever you wish to call it. The fact that the ending wraps it all together so well....well damn.

    I love it.

    That's basically all I can say really before I start to repeat what I've already said.

    ~Nikki <3
    | Posted on 2009-12-28 00:00:00 | by nikita2u | [ Reply to This ]

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