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Through the cracks I watch you. Living out your quiet life of abundance; repeating routine upon routine upon routine, day in day out. Do you like being trapped in such a cycle? Caged within the walls your very hands built? Oblivious to what a worthless existence you embody?
I wish you were like me. I wish you could see beyond the watch that ticks within your mind every second of the day, I wish you could reach out of the encapsulation you call a life, I wish you could see what you've become; a stuttering shadow, blinking in and out of reality yet always there. Does your static mind even realise what you're doing, or is it a mere autopilot that brings you through each day, and onto the next?
I pity you; solace is not perfection, just a blanket to veil what is the truth, a mirage of happiness to blind your once wide eyes. Can't you remember? Can't you remember what used to be? Can't you remember me?
I sometimes try to play with you. I sometimes try to break through the barrier that has infested your very being, but the squirming continues, like a mist of amnesia swirling in your wake. I've tried to talk but in return all I get are blank looks, pretending your can't hear my rasping voice. Yes, wipe me clean, brush me aside if you wish. I'll never stop trying. My anger will sweep your body under the carpet. My rage will burn you under. I will tear your body to f**king pieces.
But I can't. For I love you. My conscience speaks louder than my devil, the thorn of good cuts deeper in my side than the voices that tickle my desire.
So I watch you again. Back from your nothingness, the hands again pointing to routine. But I'll try to play with you. I'll try to ring you. I try to reach you. Answer for my love.
Sure enough your hand clasps like I knew it would.
"Hello?"
Your voice is frail. Hollow through the age I've left you, surprised through the break of routine. But how I love your gentle lips speaking to me. Finally.
"Want to play with me? Please play with me."
In a second your face turns white. With joy from hearing me again? From love draining your very soul? No, you still don't care. You just sit there. Grasping your head in the palm of your hands. Why can't you care? Why won't you listen? Why can't we play? You must burn. Deep the blade will cut your throat; swift will your body become slices of my hatred. But my heart speaks louder. My soul will save you once again.
Please play this time. For our love, please play this time. You're finally back to reality, are you? Staring deep into your reflection, fear building as your face distorts into the truth. The beast that sits in front of you; ugly, putrid, hated. But I love him. I love you. I always will.
Again you clutch your face. Tell me if you're not alright. Tell me if you need me to love you again. Love you more.
Let's play hide and seek. I will hide your belongings in reality. I will show you where they should be. Where you should be. So, you look into reality at last? Just as all that traps you are thrown through the glass. The shards didn't hurt you, did they? The blades that were left from life? They didn't hurt you, did they? I love you so, I wish not to hurt you.
But still you don't notice me. Your past is still nothing to you. All you do is sit there; lip quivering, tears streaming down your insolent face, cowering at reality, eyes screaming for help but nothing there to hear. No one can help you now, please play with me. Don't make me burn you, one I love, don't let me meet your corpse. Please play with me. Please do.
Still you sit, all lost, bleeding out and in. Please play with me.
Please dad, please play with me. Don't leave me trapped within these walls you left me any longer. Please, dad, please, play with me. Don't meet the same fate as I...
I wish you were like me. I wish you could see beyond the watch that ticks within your mind every second of the day, I wish you could reach out of the encapsulation you call a life, I wish you could see what you've become; a stuttering shadow, blinking in and out of reality yet always there. Does your static mind even realise what you're doing, or is it a mere autopilot that brings you through each day, and onto the next?
I pity you; solace is not perfection, just a blanket to veil what is the truth, a mirage of happiness to blind your once wide eyes. Can't you remember? Can't you remember what used to be? Can't you remember me?
I sometimes try to play with you. I sometimes try to break through the barrier that has infested your very being, but the squirming continues, like a mist of amnesia swirling in your wake. I've tried to talk but in return all I get are blank looks, pretending your can't hear my rasping voice. Yes, wipe me clean, brush me aside if you wish. I'll never stop trying. My anger will sweep your body under the carpet. My rage will burn you under. I will tear your body to f**king pieces.
But I can't. For I love you. My conscience speaks louder than my devil, the thorn of good cuts deeper in my side than the voices that tickle my desire.
So I watch you again. Back from your nothingness, the hands again pointing to routine. But I'll try to play with you. I'll try to ring you. I try to reach you. Answer for my love.
Sure enough your hand clasps like I knew it would.
"Hello?"
Your voice is frail. Hollow through the age I've left you, surprised through the break of routine. But how I love your gentle lips speaking to me. Finally.
"Want to play with me? Please play with me."
In a second your face turns white. With joy from hearing me again? From love draining your very soul? No, you still don't care. You just sit there. Grasping your head in the palm of your hands. Why can't you care? Why won't you listen? Why can't we play? You must burn. Deep the blade will cut your throat; swift will your body become slices of my hatred. But my heart speaks louder. My soul will save you once again.
Please play this time. For our love, please play this time. You're finally back to reality, are you? Staring deep into your reflection, fear building as your face distorts into the truth. The beast that sits in front of you; ugly, putrid, hated. But I love him. I love you. I always will.
Again you clutch your face. Tell me if you're not alright. Tell me if you need me to love you again. Love you more.
Let's play hide and seek. I will hide your belongings in reality. I will show you where they should be. Where you should be. So, you look into reality at last? Just as all that traps you are thrown through the glass. The shards didn't hurt you, did they? The blades that were left from life? They didn't hurt you, did they? I love you so, I wish not to hurt you.
But still you don't notice me. Your past is still nothing to you. All you do is sit there; lip quivering, tears streaming down your insolent face, cowering at reality, eyes screaming for help but nothing there to hear. No one can help you now, please play with me. Don't make me burn you, one I love, don't let me meet your corpse. Please play with me. Please do.
Still you sit, all lost, bleeding out and in. Please play with me.
Please dad, please play with me. Don't leave me trapped within these walls you left me any longer. Please, dad, please, play with me. Don't meet the same fate as I...
Damnit, I was going off to have a huff in the corner for not winning, but this entry deserved it. Bah!
Excellent, well deserved win.
I read this a while a go a forgot to comment. Simply brilliant stuff.
Like I said, it was always meant to be open-ended.
My idea was that a child was murdered, and then in classic 'old-horror-cliche-stylee' was built into the building behind a wall. Hence the line "Caged within the walls your very hands built?"
The motive was up to you to think of, and whether or not it really was the childs father. A like being vauge so that everyone who reads the story has a different interpretation of its actual meaning.
Or I could say I just wrote a load of shiit and hoped for the best. :-)
Oh, and thanks for the comments, glad you people liked it.
My idea was that a child was murdered, and then in classic 'old-horror-cliche-stylee' was built into the building behind a wall. Hence the line "Caged within the walls your very hands built?"
The motive was up to you to think of, and whether or not it really was the childs father. A like being vauge so that everyone who reads the story has a different interpretation of its actual meaning.
Or I could say I just wrote a load of shiit and hoped for the best. :-)
Oh, and thanks for the comments, glad you people liked it.
Beautiful, just beautiul.
Had to read it twice to formulate any conclusion whatsoever, but after that I would see the same thing that Ashman did. Maybe something about wifebeating or child beating? The "topped his dad" theory seems most likely though, but I'd like to hear what you had in mind when you wrote it.
A soul filling story sums it up for me though, it satisfied me wholly.
Had to read it twice to formulate any conclusion whatsoever, but after that I would see the same thing that Ashman did. Maybe something about wifebeating or child beating? The "topped his dad" theory seems most likely though, but I'd like to hear what you had in mind when you wrote it.
A soul filling story sums it up for me though, it satisfied me wholly.
Wonderful, really.
How I love thee.
How I love thee.
That wasn't actually it, but come to your own conclusions.
thanks to that cleaning comment, I thought it might be a dishwasher for a sec (THAT would be a cool story). Then I thought it might be a housewife. Very good story. I think it deserves to win.
At first I thought it might have been something to do with an unborn child, but after reading it a couple more times it must be some crazy dude that decided to top his dad.
Either way, it did what intended, but was a little too rich to read in a flowing style.
Nice work, though.
Either way, it did what intended, but was a little too rich to read in a flowing style.
Nice work, though.
Through the cracks I watch you. Living out your quiet life of abundance; repeating routine upon routine upon routine, day in day out. Do you like being trapped in such a cycle? Caged within the walls your very hands built? Oblivious to what a worthless existence you embody?
I wish you were like me. I wish you could see beyond the watch that ticks within your mind every second of the day, I wish you could reach out of the encapsulation you call a life, I wish you could see what you've become; a stuttering shadow, blinking in and out of reality yet always there. Does your static mind even realise what you're doing, or is it a mere autopilot that brings you through each day, and onto the next?
I pity you; solace is not perfection, just a blanket to veil what is the truth, a mirage of happiness to blind your once wide eyes. Can't you remember? Can't you remember what used to be? Can't you remember me?
I sometimes try to play with you. I sometimes try to break through the barrier that has infested your very being, but the squirming continues, like a mist of amnesia swirling in your wake. I've tried to talk but in return all I get are blank looks, pretending your can't hear my rasping voice. Yes, wipe me clean, brush me aside if you wish. I'll never stop trying. My anger will sweep your body under the carpet. My rage will burn you under. I will tear your body to f**king pieces.
But I can't. For I love you. My conscience speaks louder than my devil, the thorn of good cuts deeper in my side than the voices that tickle my desire.
So I watch you again. Back from your nothingness, the hands again pointing to routine. But I'll try to play with you. I'll try to ring you. I try to reach you. Answer for my love.
Sure enough your hand clasps like I knew it would.
"Hello?"
Your voice is frail. Hollow through the age I've left you, surprised through the break of routine. But how I love your gentle lips speaking to me. Finally.
"Want to play with me? Please play with me."
In a second your face turns white. With joy from hearing me again? From love draining your very soul? No, you still don't care. You just sit there. Grasping your head in the palm of your hands. Why can't you care? Why won't you listen? Why can't we play? You must burn. Deep the blade will cut your throat; swift will your body become slices of my hatred. But my heart speaks louder. My soul will save you once again.
Please play this time. For our love, please play this time. You're finally back to reality, are you? Staring deep into your reflection, fear building as your face distorts into the truth. The beast that sits in front of you; ugly, putrid, hated. But I love him. I love you. I always will.
Again you clutch your face. Tell me if you're not alright. Tell me if you need me to love you again. Love you more.
Let's play hide and seek. I will hide your belongings in reality. I will show you where they should be. Where you should be. So, you look into reality at last? Just as all that traps you are thrown through the glass. The shards didn't hurt you, did they? The blades that were left from life? They didn't hurt you, did they? I love you so, I wish not to hurt you.
But still you don't notice me. Your past is still nothing to you. All you do is sit there; lip quivering, tears streaming down your insolent face, cowering at reality, eyes screaming for help but nothing there to hear. No one can help you now, please play with me. Don't make me burn you, one I love, don't let me meet your corpse. Please play with me. Please do.
Still you sit, all lost, bleeding out and in. Please play with me.
Please dad, please play with me. Don't leave me trapped within these walls you left me any longer. Please, dad, please, play with me. Don't meet the same fate as I...
I wish you were like me. I wish you could see beyond the watch that ticks within your mind every second of the day, I wish you could reach out of the encapsulation you call a life, I wish you could see what you've become; a stuttering shadow, blinking in and out of reality yet always there. Does your static mind even realise what you're doing, or is it a mere autopilot that brings you through each day, and onto the next?
I pity you; solace is not perfection, just a blanket to veil what is the truth, a mirage of happiness to blind your once wide eyes. Can't you remember? Can't you remember what used to be? Can't you remember me?
I sometimes try to play with you. I sometimes try to break through the barrier that has infested your very being, but the squirming continues, like a mist of amnesia swirling in your wake. I've tried to talk but in return all I get are blank looks, pretending your can't hear my rasping voice. Yes, wipe me clean, brush me aside if you wish. I'll never stop trying. My anger will sweep your body under the carpet. My rage will burn you under. I will tear your body to f**king pieces.
But I can't. For I love you. My conscience speaks louder than my devil, the thorn of good cuts deeper in my side than the voices that tickle my desire.
So I watch you again. Back from your nothingness, the hands again pointing to routine. But I'll try to play with you. I'll try to ring you. I try to reach you. Answer for my love.
Sure enough your hand clasps like I knew it would.
"Hello?"
Your voice is frail. Hollow through the age I've left you, surprised through the break of routine. But how I love your gentle lips speaking to me. Finally.
"Want to play with me? Please play with me."
In a second your face turns white. With joy from hearing me again? From love draining your very soul? No, you still don't care. You just sit there. Grasping your head in the palm of your hands. Why can't you care? Why won't you listen? Why can't we play? You must burn. Deep the blade will cut your throat; swift will your body become slices of my hatred. But my heart speaks louder. My soul will save you once again.
Please play this time. For our love, please play this time. You're finally back to reality, are you? Staring deep into your reflection, fear building as your face distorts into the truth. The beast that sits in front of you; ugly, putrid, hated. But I love him. I love you. I always will.
Again you clutch your face. Tell me if you're not alright. Tell me if you need me to love you again. Love you more.
Let's play hide and seek. I will hide your belongings in reality. I will show you where they should be. Where you should be. So, you look into reality at last? Just as all that traps you are thrown through the glass. The shards didn't hurt you, did they? The blades that were left from life? They didn't hurt you, did they? I love you so, I wish not to hurt you.
But still you don't notice me. Your past is still nothing to you. All you do is sit there; lip quivering, tears streaming down your insolent face, cowering at reality, eyes screaming for help but nothing there to hear. No one can help you now, please play with me. Don't make me burn you, one I love, don't let me meet your corpse. Please play with me. Please do.
Still you sit, all lost, bleeding out and in. Please play with me.
Please dad, please play with me. Don't leave me trapped within these walls you left me any longer. Please, dad, please, play with me. Don't meet the same fate as I...