Anger flares. Unguarded, reflected in the mirror, a trapped creature inside an ailing mind, seeking release from all that it could find, nothing was to its liking, notes, sounds, odours, tastes, everything was disconnected;
He had fallen from grace.
“Why are you here?
“Who –the fuck- are you!?
“I do not envy your pathetic state of mind,
your disgusting state of being, withering away,
trapped in pools of past and ensnared
by a love long gone, lost,
withered away like a ripe fruit decays!
“Who are you to feel you are better than me,
do you think I will end up like you will be?
“Right now, you have no right to speak,
you, a fool, and a king of the meek.
“Patient, without passion,
lost within reason and depression.
“And yes, I am angry, for the light you shine upon my thoughts, it is misguided, have you gone blind, detrimental old fool!?
“Devoid of all emotion, all you can do is sit, and soon, very soon, that will be all you will be capable off doing.
Sit watch, don’t let them sway you,
passionate love, heated rage,
they are lost on you in your puny logic stage!
“No wonder why death is all that remains
within the dilapidated recess
of where your heart once was,
and they all wait,
watching the last bit of life flee from your bones while your blood stains,
the clothes you wear, the hearts you tear,
the skin that burns, the stomach churns.
“Forgotten are you, lost within what life had to offer. Greed and compassion, is what feeds the remnants of your tainted soul now,
and as such you bow,
week, calm, patient, with glee,
slimy and kissing asses so they will but see,
and feel guilt at what they had done to you!
“But it is the emotion they’ll remember, not this lifeless shell, do you understand?
“Can you wrap your mind around that fact? So get up, stand up, use what force remains and fight,
fight me, come on, I long for it, rebound my words,
thwart them with wisdom,
kill them, shoot them down without remorse.
“You have forgotten then, how to live?
“I do not envy you, emotionless jester of life’s woes.
“Nor will I regret watching your final death throws.”
A shout, a scream, a dying dream, a plea for freedom, from this endless pain, a dying mind, a screaming brain, fools playing their final game, while the public watches, the stage is set, all that is left is the final bow, a greeting, a farewell, a release. Hold on to this life no more, it spoke, voices so loud, they were washed away unheard in the sea of all that was being denied.