Tuk…tuk…..tuk...…tuk…..
Irregular Sounds of footsteps can be heard in this god forsaken place that screams danger everywhere you look, a silhout moving straitfoward without any intention for moving in any other direction, like it is in some kind of punishment that it compiled to do, maybe it spend minutes or hours, maybe days or months or even years doing this hellish activity like some robot that its sole mission is walking ahaid.
Only gloom, bourdom and imtinesssiround it, nothing is in frond of him, and nothing behind, only fleshlesh snakes bellow him and in endless darkness above him, the only barrier from being eaten bellow is water, that seems soft to tach bat solid to stand on it, with its some waives here and there that can produce morelight than the usual brightness of the lake or osian with some sound , it becomes this silhought only way and companion in this lonleness.
Until a stone thrown hit my face, an old and huge thrown, yet simple, nothing expansive in it, my blank eyes keep staring at it for a long time because my mind still can't register it, my hole being are numb, my fogy soul could not be felt, my rotten ex shell of of a corps give me the feel of tiredness beyond dispaire that I thought I can't feel any longer, I don't know when or how I sit in this thrown but I did, staring upward in the dark void a head, no ideas dancing here and there, no motivation, no hope, nothing, just nothing, I lost myself to the darkness, to the void, absorbed by it calmness.
Then I slowly start wondering how fate works, really it's a mysterious law or a fascinating mystery, can change a life to the better or to the worse, and I'm one of those that their life change but still can't figure out if this change for the better or for the worst because I feel sometime that my heard is hollow, without emotions, not petty, nor sympathy except cowardice and fear and low esteem, other times I wish I can kill every single human in sight, why? because I'm terrified , petrified ,horrified of those creatures, too evil, too heartless, too hypocrites that makes an individual change his nature and his heart.
they said that you have tobe a wolf or get eaten by them, that the terrible reality that reflect our selves but still hide it with the veils of modernity and human rights and democracy, that what every community want to force their individuals to let themselves beings controlled for the greater good,to the path that lead to make every action and reaction reproduce the dominance of the already strong and powerful, if you don't, well, let's say the people of your country wants extra freedom because of any cause, believe me, they will give it to you but in exchange for your dignity, they will make you poorer and hungry all the time or they will melt or get isolated by society or simply for being nice.
I wish I can reveal the ugliest side of humanities open to all to see, to those of who still in self-denial hope that they never born, and to the rest of the world to push each other destroy their masks of hypocrisy, and free themselves of chains that hold them to only take every thinks for granted. So, lets the world lives in chaos again, and let chaos gives birth to other form of order under my rule.
This world will be my playground sooner or later and I will become the devil that play with their destiny, their future, their past and their present. This time I will conquer all.
A sudden urge to touch the void, to reach what beyond the darkness, to embrace the unknown, so to breathe in peace again, my hole being is like on shaines, can't move or get up on this stony shair.
However, I can congeal thoughts, through it, I can will my thick dark aura that gets more refine and pure and solid in each step I take forward in the void, with it I will see without my eyes and feel without touchwhich is nothing in this place.
Like a status sitting in the thrown forcibly I might seem, with no regard of consequences that will follow, tirelessly looking for not any particular reason, out of boredom, starting playing with my extinctual foggy self, enjoying some kind of feeling of control while moving forward toward the hazy future, hoping that my abominable past would not wait ahead of me.
Searching to seek anything that will gives me some feeling or make me interested, but only my aura accompany me who gives me feed back to what it found which is nothing until it stumble upon a mater that make my self shedder silty from the impact, this matter is so dark , compere to the darkness that surrounded it feels like light.
My aura start get absorbed a bit when it touch it than it quiqly like a child that get his first candy to taste after find it delisious, it started to absorb my aura verry quick and smooth with it prosess, in this kind of situation, there is no feeling come to me, no rage or fear or hope, only nothing that overwhelm my being from the tortures that I suffered for a period of time that I'm not aware of it, and still suffer, just waiting how it's end , either to my doom or to something else.