Dreamtique
Here Be Dragons
"Spilled blood is the only truth. Fill up the Blood Diary."
We feel small, in the galaxy that's boundless.
We feel alienated, on the planet we live on.
We are lost, lost in a world we are so familiar with.
We feel alone, in a world that's ever populated.
We feel so far away, from the people that are so close to us.
They, don't care about us.
It's okay to want to feel a little special, after all, it's the only way we validate our existence, wait...at least, that's true for myself. I like to think that we were chosen, and I am one of the chosen one, to live in this world that's only big enough for ourselves. I like to think that this was our fate, that our suffering meant something.
I still remember, how I had awoken from a familiar place that didn't look familiar anymore. My body, blood soaked, felt anew. In my hand, laid a bloody katana that was not used to be mine.
The room was empty, the house was empty, and the world...was empty.
It was funny, how well I coped with this new reality I am tossed into, to be honest, it was rather paradoxical to admit that this unfamiliar world felt more familiar than the one I used to know.
Perhaps, this is really a world of my own? No, it's not.
The monsters that roamed the land, they tried to make me feel pain, they tried to devour me whole, so I knew that I had to fight back, although I don't want to, I just had to, because...I had enough.
I had enough.
I wanted to go back, but then again...what's the difference between this world and the world I used to know?
I still couldn't figure it out, perhaps, that's the reason we are all here, we are all still here, desperately trying to find a reason to keep ourselves alive.
"Is hate born from love? Or is love born from hate?"
We feel small, in the galaxy that's boundless.
We feel alienated, on the planet we live on.
We are lost, lost in a world we are so familiar with.
We feel alone, in a world that's ever populated.
We feel so far away, from the people that are so close to us.
They, don't care about us.
It's okay to want to feel a little special, after all, it's the only way we validate our existence, wait...at least, that's true for myself. I like to think that we were chosen, and I am one of the chosen one, to live in this world that's only big enough for ourselves. I like to think that this was our fate, that our suffering meant something.
I still remember, how I had awoken from a familiar place that didn't look familiar anymore. My body, blood soaked, felt anew. In my hand, laid a bloody katana that was not used to be mine.
The room was empty, the house was empty, and the world...was empty.
It was funny, how well I coped with this new reality I am tossed into, to be honest, it was rather paradoxical to admit that this unfamiliar world felt more familiar than the one I used to know.
Perhaps, this is really a world of my own? No, it's not.
The monsters that roamed the land, they tried to make me feel pain, they tried to devour me whole, so I knew that I had to fight back, although I don't want to, I just had to, because...I had enough.
I had enough.
I wanted to go back, but then again...what's the difference between this world and the world I used to know?
I still couldn't figure it out, perhaps, that's the reason we are all here, we are all still here, desperately trying to find a reason to keep ourselves alive.
"Is hate born from love? Or is love born from hate?"
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