Awoken from the nightmare,
to a false paradise,
Where their masks,
of elaborate nature,
cover their true intentions.
What are they,
Demons?
Let me out,
To the real world.
In this darkness,
I am nothing.
Am I a monster now? by agirlwholovesblue, literature
Literature
Am I a monster now?
I can feel your heart beating, I can feel hands shaking.
Don't be scared, can't you see its me?
Come back and look me in the eyes, do I truly look dead inside?
Don't let my pleas fall on deaf ears, isn't this what we wanted?
Things We Don't Understand by agirlwholovesblue, literature
Literature
Things We Don't Understand
The Edge of Madness
I remember, before the clouds, the blood, the death. There was nothing. It was dark, meaningless, and above all boring.
The Dollmaker
She opened her eyes, taking in the yellows and browns of the dimly lit shop. A dark figure she didn't notice before began to circle her, studying her features intently.
"I'll call you Mirah."
Well now that it's over,
and we know it's the end,
can we stop fighting and accept our win?
Open your eyes,
I want you to see the new world we created,
where there's no darkness overhead,
where there's no pain,
where there's no suffering.
Can't you feel it, everything's gonna be alright,
now that we can see the light.
Awoken from the nightmare,
to a false paradise,
Where their masks,
of elaborate nature,
cover their true intentions.
What are they,
Demons?
Let me out,
To the real world.
In this darkness,
I am nothing.
Am I a monster now? by agirlwholovesblue, literature
Literature
Am I a monster now?
I can feel your heart beating, I can feel hands shaking.
Don't be scared, can't you see its me?
Come back and look me in the eyes, do I truly look dead inside?
Don't let my pleas fall on deaf ears, isn't this what we wanted?
Things We Don't Understand by agirlwholovesblue, literature
Literature
Things We Don't Understand
The Edge of Madness
I remember, before the clouds, the blood, the death. There was nothing. It was dark, meaningless, and above all boring.
The Dollmaker
She opened her eyes, taking in the yellows and browns of the dimly lit shop. A dark figure she didn't notice before began to circle her, studying her features intently.
"I'll call you Mirah."
Well now that it's over,
and we know it's the end,
can we stop fighting and accept our win?
Open your eyes,
I want you to see the new world we created,
where there's no darkness overhead,
where there's no pain,
where there's no suffering.
Can't you feel it, everything's gonna be alright,
now that we can see the light.