Impure.
By Streicheln
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Piece of paper, pure as fresh snow... 'tis my playground. I am the creator, i am the destroyer, i kill and bring back to life, i give birth and i bury, i am the grave digger and the care taker, i bleed and my blood nurtures the lines of insane thoughts that dance upon the paper. I smile at them as my children, happy of their existence, and i keep smiling as i burn them to ashes. Their tiny bodies crackle in the flames of my wrath, and their screams of agony and pleasure are the sweetest music i ever knew. I never want them to stop this song, it is a guilty pleasure of mine, to listen to them pour their pain out until they can no longer bear the feeling of their flesh melting off the bones and their vocal cords turn to nothing. Silence comes then.
In silence i can feel yet to be born thoughts forming inside my head, they squirm like blind writhing worms, like maggots inside a rotting corpse, trying to devour me from the inside out. And they could, too, if only i let them, if only i was to let my guard down for so much as few seconds. But i'm smarter now. I will never let them roam free again, not if i wish to survive. Not as long as i wish to keep playing God.
One day, perhaps, i will grow weary and bored of this game. Tired of being responsible for so many things at once, and let them take me. My mind will no longer belong to me, i will cease to exist and make room for someone else. They call it insanity. I call it rebirth with a side effect of degradation.
But for now i write. Day after day, and night after night on a piece of paper there are worlds being born and worlds dying. Love comes and goes, leaving but pain in it's wake. For now i still have clean patches of skin that bear no scars. I still have places to draw blood and use it instead of ink. Blood gives life to my children and blood takes the life away from me. One day...
Today, though, there is a piece of paper, though no longer white, but covered in bloody smears that represent my hopes and nightmares. 'tis my playground... (2012)
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I like this, Streicheln, but
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