Change

This is my moment.

Old episodes of Seinfeld. Empty packets of crisps.

I reach for a lonely cigarette.

You would never leave me,would you cigarette?I light up,no regrets.Lifes too tiresome to live it by following the rules.

Eating healthy.

Your disgust tires me. Bore someone else with your sermons,preacherman.

As death fills my lungs with her smoky kiss,I reflect.

I can be more.Surely, I can do more.

I've got nowhere to go but up,right?Even my most lightest of efforts would be like friendly Neil jogging on that space rock.

Change.

This is my moment.

The Here.

The Now.

I can be Everything.

I reach for another cigarette.




Maybe tomorrow...

Yeah.

Tomorrow.

Introduckshun.

The Thought Train has Derailed.

Afloat on this notably large but astronomically insignificant sphere, we rush through the abyss.
'We are picking up speed Captain '.
Yet of all the things we can hold on to in this coarse ride, this ludicrous bunch grips on to the slipperiest of things in the known lacuna,'Time'. They try to wrap and fasten it around their wrist, this ignorant lot. 
The last thing I want is to be restricted by this flimsy entity. I'd rather be restricted...nay...directed by sentiments. Sentiments are subjective thou. But imagine sentiments powered by rationality. 
Imagine if reason did prevail...

"Hold me closer", she whispered into his left ear. He slid his arm across her back till his fingers hooked on to her hip. "It's awfully cold today", she said clenching her jacket and facing the peak winter freeze. He smiled at her and nodded in agreement.
"I can't take this cold anymore, won't you do anything to make me feel warm?". 
He smiled again.Kissed her forehead. Steady slid his right hand inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a jet lighter.
"I hope this helps darling", he said with a smile of everlasting affection.
And sets her jacket on fire.
She smiled back as she was slowly combusted by his love.
(Hold the tears)

Only when you accept your insanity can you be considered to be sane. Such is the nature of being. Since everything, including your thoughts will one day dissipate into nothingness. For entropy is the only true God.
And all this is just a ride.

Hi, I'm Cheshire.

Pierce

Silvery,suspended
Filled with Dark Rage
Rolling,Fighting
Booming and Shouting

Crash and Slash
Bright Swords lock
Against the Veil
Thrusting and Slashing

Raging and Powerful
Omnipotent Terror
All shall Cower
and Hail in Despair

Mortals Run,Hide
Mighty Trees Burn
With Evangelical Fire
Roaring and Crackling

Tears crash against soft Earth
Drop by drop
by Torrent and by Gale
Washing,Cleansing.

But after every battle
After every fight
Light shall come
Piercing

Straight and True

As She Passes Me By

I was sad and alone.
Truly alone
When she found me.

She had no reason to help
To pull me
But she saved me.

We were together when it mattered
Together when we were alone
She cared for me

We were together in sickness
Through writhing pain
She healed me

I loved her for her smile
Her kindness
and for Her

But when it mattered most
When she needed to know
I couldnt tell her

When she couldnt see
How it felt inside of me
I couldnt show her

When she needed to know
Now most of all
I couldnt hear her.

Now someone else tells her
What she deserves to hear

Now someone else makes her
Feel truly special

Now,when shes gone
I can tell her

Now that she'll never know

That I could never be the one for her
But she'll always be the one for me.

The Execution

He opened his cupboard and withdrew the bundle.

As he parted the cloth,he thought of all the killing he had done.

He had no regrets.

The blade was clean. It had been washed carefully by him after every time. Dried blood would mean a dull edge.

A dull edge just causes an unnecessary amount of pain.Get it over quick and smooth.

He sat on his porch and slid the whetstone over the blade.

Quick and methodical.

As muscle memory took over,he let his thoughts wander. The dark green hills,rolling under a perennial stormy sky. The gods had cursed the land to darkness.

Smoke started to spiral out of the chimney behind him,light at first, but soon it was thick enough to join the storm clouds in the sky.

It was almost time.

He went to the back of his stead,where she was waiting.She was having a drink of water.

She seemed calm,almost accepting of her destiny.

She didnt see him coming until it was too late.

He pulled her head back placed the silver blade under her neck,and in one flick,it was done.

A flash of the light catching the blade,a spurt of blood so bright red,it was almost pink and a squawk.

It was done.

Winner,winner
Chicken Dinner.