Fake songs and life



I drift in ionic sub matter, into an abyss of darkness and enduring mist. I fall through viscous maladies, which through its multitudes of derisions have created lacerations on my soul, bleeding profusely till the cesspools around me turned to resin. I dry up inside.
Obdurate as I am, I have run helter-skelter since the time immemorial, calloused fingers tell enough of what I have been through my entire life. Ameliorated? No
I have never been a belligerent to what I had been given, just kept floating upon the brim like the remnants of the ashen world all around my constructed realities. And like my pomegranate spacemen, I disintegrated with a poof. Like a wisp of smoke, I was gone. People grabbed thin air, only to catch a shadow of my old and ornery self. And what did you do? You were there in the mob, fastidious and full of cowardice. When my soul blasted into smithereens, you ducked away into shadows, fearing the blood thirsty crowds, looking to keep all the ambrosia for yourself.
But what the world does not know is that it was the humans who freed the titans, and disowned the gods. The world may say that they stammered and hammed their way and succumbed to their own excesses, but they cower. And they stab you out of nowhere, and then you fall from that mighty pedestal, never to be found.
These reveries might only banish you in the course of time, relegate you to mortality and then you will be reduced to my stature of human pain and erasure. And against your expectations, I won’t uncouth then, but will welcome you with open hands, touch you with ameliorating hands and baptize you. For the world is not one for an eye for an eye. For I don’t want you to go blind.
Not even more blind than you already have been this entire time.

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  1. Mystique12 August 2013 at 11:32

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  2. Mystique12 August 2013 at 11:54

    Its amazing how mere words can describe the most illegible of human emotions.You are a writer and a devout.A moth driven towards a flame whose fate is sealed.Let her go or she will consume you-absorb the life out of you.But then again,the heart wants what it wants.May your songs be heard and you have your pas de deux.
    Keep writing:-)

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