sanctuary..
sandman
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in a room so dark and quiet,
with my thoughts and nothing else,
i can feel a cold wind touching my face,
but there is no exit nor entry.
a missing brick from the wall,
my only view to the outside world,
and their only view into mine.
there are scratches all over the walls,
reminding me of my pain.
the pus inside my ear hardens and i become deaf,
the dried blood from my bleeding nostril blocks the entry of air
and i suffocate.
i look outside,
focus on a crow perched upon a phone line,
slowly dying and turning numb,
it loses strength and falls down into the crowd,
humanity ignores the dead being and moves on.
i see a woman walking inside a doctor's clinic,
she comes out smiling and happy.
she is pregnant,
she will bear life.
a school bus full of innocent children unlike me,
a taxi driver who has no job,
a loose screw falling from a plane and cracking a 5 year old's skull playing in the sand,
a man being stabbed in front of a thousand people and no one comes to stop him from bleeding.
a man who just lost his son in the war which has been started by someone else,
a magician who had to sell his tricks to feed his daughter,
a man happy with his life being killed in a car accident due to no fault of his,
a dare gone bad and a teenager falls off a bridge to his death.
the pregnant woman walks inside the clinic again,
she comes out after a while crying and in pain,
her heart feels heavy and she drops down to the ground sobbing,
she just killed her unborn.
there is so much more,
there is so much fear,
i do not wish to speak,
i do not wish to hear.
i look around my room,
a ray of light shows me a brick in the corner,
i pick it up and put it in the place for the last brick,
now i am locked from the outside,
in my sanctuary i wish to be,
away from everything human,
i get back to my thoughts,
and stare into the darkness...
with my thoughts and nothing else,
i can feel a cold wind touching my face,
but there is no exit nor entry.
a missing brick from the wall,
my only view to the outside world,
and their only view into mine.
there are scratches all over the walls,
reminding me of my pain.
the pus inside my ear hardens and i become deaf,
the dried blood from my bleeding nostril blocks the entry of air
and i suffocate.
i look outside,
focus on a crow perched upon a phone line,
slowly dying and turning numb,
it loses strength and falls down into the crowd,
humanity ignores the dead being and moves on.
i see a woman walking inside a doctor's clinic,
she comes out smiling and happy.
she is pregnant,
she will bear life.
a school bus full of innocent children unlike me,
a taxi driver who has no job,
a loose screw falling from a plane and cracking a 5 year old's skull playing in the sand,
a man being stabbed in front of a thousand people and no one comes to stop him from bleeding.
a man who just lost his son in the war which has been started by someone else,
a magician who had to sell his tricks to feed his daughter,
a man happy with his life being killed in a car accident due to no fault of his,
a dare gone bad and a teenager falls off a bridge to his death.
the pregnant woman walks inside the clinic again,
she comes out after a while crying and in pain,
her heart feels heavy and she drops down to the ground sobbing,
she just killed her unborn.
there is so much more,
there is so much fear,
i do not wish to speak,
i do not wish to hear.
i look around my room,
a ray of light shows me a brick in the corner,
i pick it up and put it in the place for the last brick,
now i am locked from the outside,
in my sanctuary i wish to be,
away from everything human,
i get back to my thoughts,
and stare into the darkness...
shy away,run away,oh terrified child.
move away into the fucken tornado.
move away into the fucken tornado.
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merry go round,
broken faces,
unhappy children.
Cotton candy on the floor,
a rag doll missing her arms,
an issue of spider man torn apart,
a wooden horse burnt to ashes.
The roller coaster stuck inverted,
the giant wheel falls down,
there is darkness in the carnival,
there is sadness in the carnival.
A blue man,
a child with a man’s face,
a lady with two heads,
a clown who never smiles,
a lion that is caged,
a horse that never runs.
The house of mirrors shows me the reflections,
the times when people existed,
the faces of little children,
white with fear,
dirt mixed with their tears smearing their face.
The ghost still stays in the carnival,
haunting the house of mirrors,
living in the dollhouse,
the darkness of the silence,
the shadow of the dead,
the place where laughter echoes without anyone laughing,
the place where smiles reflect on the mirror without anyone there,
the carnival...
move away into the fucken tornado.
As I walk deeper into the woods, through the path of the trees that are so alive, I feel as if they are accepting me. The little creatures that hide in the darkness of the caves deep inside the forest. The creatures whose eyes glow in the darkness of the night, showing us their presence, warning us in some way of the life they posses and the humanity they have achieved.
I walk to the edge of the clearing. The clearing that has been created by my species of insignificants. The intelligent. Humans.
I can hear the flow of the river at the far end of the forest. I walk deeper into this locked diary of memories of my childhood. This picture in black and white showing me the people who bear the same blood as mine. The people who lie deep inside the earth now.
I sit down at the corner of the river, the wet soil bearing new signs of life, life that grows from the deadest of the seed.
The sunlight filtering through the forest leaves shine so bright on the river. Diamonds sparkling in space. Broken pieces of glass from my bottle lying on the ground.
Silica in the sand, mica in the roads. The mirages caused by the intense heat from the fire.
Reflection of the sun in the mirror that does not show my reflection.
Ghosts.
I sit on the edge of the river, getting hit by the splash of the water from the rocks.
I close my eyes and imagine nothing more than the world that lies outside my closed iris.
Day comes to an end and the night towers over my dark thoughts showing me the glowing moon that seems to be coming closer to me.
The stars are unusually bright today. The howls of the lycans make the hair on my neck rise up. I am so afraid, terrified.
It is a cold winter night and I am feeling cold because I am supposed to.
I am a human. I regret I am. I hate this rage. I stand up and stare at the full moon between the dark clouds. The moon mocks me, snickers at my weaknesses.
I can feel its presence closer to me.
I see its glowing eyes. Its towering structure standing upright. It appears out of the trees and with shreds of cloth on his body and scratches all over his soul.
He stares at my pitiful physique and decides to free me off this burden.
He rests his teeth into my shoulder that has never been worked upon.
My already dead blood infected with serum of never ending pain flows out of my body and gets mixed with the river.
The red river reflects on the white moon. My body aches under the new upheaval of strength that I just received from the purity of the lycan’s blood.
My scream turns into a howl as I stand up after my rebirth. My soul is so much stronger. My eyes now bear the sign of fear or pain. I am so strong now. I stare at my father, my god who just created me. I stare into his eyes. They teach me all I need to know.
He runs into the forest. I follow him through the dead leaves that tried to stop me from entering but now bow at my command. He runs through the darkness, he runs through the cold.
The energy and strength that surrounds us both is unnervingly unimaginable.
We climb on to the mountain. The already slow winter now slows down even more.
He walks over to the edge of the mountain, the edge of fear, vertigo.
He crouches down and howls. Lets out all his anger, all his fear, and all his rage into the full moon night. He looks around at me. I crouch down and scream at first.
Then let out a howl. The sound of a newborn. The sound of recreation.
I am myself now. I am the beast now. The creature that is unafraid, the creature that all of you wish to be.
I stare at the moon and know why I am here.
I open my jaws wide and let out all my strength and fear into this night.
I just burst open from my creator’s womb.
Alive…
move away into the fucken tornado.