My stalker...
ああ…そうね…恋人はメッセージにストーカー送達のモバイルから。
That keeps me at ease a bit. I can only wonder what will happen when it gets read haha!
Anyway, I have a new writing up if you want to have a look:
The Effect of a Defective Afterlife
Stare out of the window into hopelessness.
A lost cause is what is left of your heart.
The gentle thumping resonating through the empty room,
A sound lost in a blinding white light.
What would amount to equality?
It is your own mind that changes shades of grey into color.
The little bird perches to the pale grey windowsill,
Its brilliant blue coloring remaining for an instant as you become colorblind.
I watch, as from this imperfection you destroy yourself.
The outcome lasting eons while blindness itself remains for an instant.
Will you learn what it means to live?
The glass of the window shatters and flies toward you,
Tearing flesh from bone as it lodges into your face.
A thick crimson sea flows to the floor,
Adding a final bit of color to the scene before becoming a shade of grey.
Your fate is sealed as you writhe on the floor in agony,
The hatred of the self keeping you alive longer than necessary.
The little bird perches on the pale grey windowsill,
Its brilliant blue coloring returning as you are drawn closer to death.
I watch, as the bird slowly takes in your condition.
The creature removes the shards of glass and causes the blood to run faster.
Have you learned what it means to live?
The little bird flies away,
Your hand reaching for me as you continue to inch toward death.
No amount of reaching can keep you from what was desired most.
The little bird perches on the pale grey windowsill,
Its brilliant blue coloring now hidden amongst the reds, greens and browns of its friends.
I watch, as the birds chirp out their lust.
They fly to you and begin to devour what their little beaks can grasp.
In a final breath the room explodes with color.
Death is what it means to live.
And after that it is time to fall into a deep slumber with my beloved beside me.
Fare well all.
㋧㋗㋺ー㋛㋜ 「壊死」 〰化け物〰
