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nothing stops this madness
these thoughts are clawing at my insides
turning, haunting, yearning Everything is a blur…
The darkness crept forth as dusk was beginning to flicker on the edge of the western horizon. The sun slowly slipped carefully beneath the line of mountains that hid by a rise of woodland that surrounds the terrain called the Playground. A soft wind gently brushes along the swaying emerald green across and slowly drifts through the trees, its branches slowly dancing along with it. Murky maroon optics appears from the dark shadows of the woodland, watching the unfamiliar land with interest. The eyes blink a few times and then disappear from the never-ending darkness of the trees.
There is a rustle of leaves, as something of deformed shaping emerges from the woodland. The shape is small, carrying itself slowly, as if it can barely hold itself up, on four skinny legs. It moves towards the heart of the open grassy land, the last of the light of day finally shinning onto the figure. It is clear now, where those around it can finally see what it is. This figure is dark, easily to be mistaken as darkness itself, but it is not a brilliant solid like the black not itself. Oh, no, it’s bones and muscles skulk out of its flesh, dark blood oozing through the open areas where the inside of its anatomy can be seen. There are bones attached to its shoulder, inching centrifugally up into the shape of wings that look as of a bird’s. It is dead looking, gruesome to the eye, and should be buried deep into the earth. Yet, it is moving as if it is full of life, clearly it must be alive? No… it’s dead.
It stops now; it’s vivid yet dark maroon eyes dissecting the layout of the land. A flicker of its torn up ears flicker forward, listening to the sounds of the world around it. It lowers its crown; its skull is almost visibly seen but there is dark colored flesh embedded to it. There is a soft sigh released from the beast and then a deep exhale of fog lifts up into the sky, drifting into the darkness that surrounds the late hour. It remained still now, perhaps in a deep process of thought, but who knows what this unknown, dead like creature is at all.
I remember so little I need some piece of mind
or I'll burn this whole world down  |