its only words...

the west coast rain did not deter me from throwing myself up in front of the tatterdaemons.

i stand up silently inside my tattered camp.the armour has been too heavy.i let it lie there.the dry zephyr assists the edged blade to get itself off the thin film of blood over it.bugs entrail up to my feet.their flesh feast has started just now.but it'd been over since long for me...

with loose skin dangling,i walk out of my tent.the field wore a beautiful crimson red horizon.a few ravens flyin low blurred the vision.i hit on a low note and murmer along a song as i walk past the limbs;the torso lies there cryin red saliva for it has been betrayed by the limbs.something hurts me on the back..ah! the slit left by the henchmen.the hench-fucking-men.the red rays of the far away sun shimmer on my red skin.my iris closes its door to the brightness.a trance of darkness engulfs me for a moment.and i can't forget,can't forgive for what they did here to me....

...it was seven in the morning.i was gettin ready for my daily workout in this mechanised realm.i heard the doorbell ring.and they dragged me right in front of everyone and skinned my knees.i pushed him but they hit me hard and pulled me by the collar.i got no answers to my screaming fuckin' questions.i had never seen them.for they weren't the regular sapiens.they were different..yeah they were 'something' else.i was hit on with weapons on the field.hustled was i,still made to take the stabs.he stabbed me deep.i dragged on his men and scratched out his skin.churned one's skull with the .9mm scorpio caliber.the metal chunk helped me to multiply his body into pieces.spear across my bosom...i tried my best to make him kiss the dust and fuck his sweat.two of the men grabbed me and stole away one of my pupil.blood took the place of tears.the maggots glued me to the crust and broke my bones.i fucked retaliated heavily.they can't just take away my limbs...and there they lie fucked up.no limbs,lolla asshole dickhead bastards.
"you think you can just feast on my flesh whenever that sick satan orders you to.you think you can take her away from me.you fuckin think that you won't allow me to run up to my dear just to watch if she's ok or not.i'll run.if not.i'll crawl.even then if i don't then i'll drag these two given skin carpeted legs till their bones caress the streets.you thin i'll die without lettin her know that i love her.you fuckin think that i'm a bastard.damn you rusts,holy jesus fucking christ.i'll save myself till her next breath.and i'll survive in this desert of love,in this world of grins drinkin' your dirty blood,chewing your frailed up skin...dangling losers!stay away from my beloved...."
and the sword went on a tour of his anatomy.he fell down.his last breath was heavy.
i killed him.

...the sun had been gobbled up by the horizon.it was late dusk hour.and i stand here in the dusk hour.for its the hour of the defeated.i watch my shadow going upagainst me.he's pointing at me and accusing me of homicide.nature tries to define serenity.the silence drools over my belief.broken promises and crusted faith try to seek redemption for me.a resurrection unseen,i relax for a while.the entourage of a deep dark introspection leads me to hear my tru callin'.i see my corpse making love to the battlefield.i walk away from my corpse.in my wait for death to come to it...
it doesn't.

a night train to lisbon

“live a few hours more”,saying this Edwards handed me over the ticket and ofcourse the bag that tended to wear the color that I wore. Black. The bag had all that I’d asked for. Carrying Edwards’ non-chalant look I moved swiftly away makin’ him smaller in my optical dimensions.
The terminal was crowded even as my clock ticked eleven. The platform lights shine on their inventors. People hush around with baggage bigger than themselves, some just rest and some have their fill. And still the rest, like me, wonder what it is like being a traveler. My train will be here within the next ten minutes.
I allow myself to rest against the window pane. A teen sits across me. And so does his iPod. On my right is a woman who seems to increase a lot of companies’ revenues. Enough of the outside world but then that’s what I’m good at. Observance. The glass welcomes my iris to call out to the fast flyin’ trees. The distant sky brushes past the darkness at points where the stars shine. It was this dark that night.
(A night before…)
The parapet sheltered me from the rain. His Ford stood beside me. I needed to get into his basement so that I can create my reaver, my soul reaver. Crawling low onto the low-lying steps, I break into the basement. It’s kinda warm here. Broken tables and strange dummies lie around. Well I got no time to scoop around. I open up my bag. And the creation begins.
The metal crank on the base, the shuttle load over it, insert the capsule, screw in on the lens, align the finished end, cap the hold behind and forget you’re a human. I’m ready. Yeah, lite up the cigarette too.
Stealthly, after breaking into his restroom, I assume he must be havin’ a dive in his in-den swimming pool. The kind rich asses like him do to fight the chillin’ cold outside. I climb up to his changing room, hey! He’s coming perhaps. Uh! I’m a bit early in my assumption. I make myself thin against the wall. My ears say he’s changing. Yeah yeah after sometime you’ve to strip down all your possessions and serve in hell. Practice well.
From my lens cover, he seems to be enjoying the warm water float. A pull of the trigger and I can say I love her still. I can kiss her breath again, the games she played with the zephyr will again be mine and we can take time to drop Ethan at the university.
An acute angle of 37 degrees, 21 feet away. The red dot is on his head. A pull of the trigger. The red color is painted on his head.
I come out to see the rain Gods still dancing. My sweat joins in with them. Killing creatures does make us sweat. Carrying my bag, with my creation inside, I join the noctornos and curses keep pouring down. The silence shields me. The splatter cries foul and I keep walking on with her face calling me.
After an hour, I reached her office, all dressed up, to make my confessions. In the elevator I kept pinning my tie perfectly on. I look at my shoes, they shine well.
The next twenty minutes saw me running right back in the rain to the same place where I just had been an hour before. The receptionist had said that she’d received a call and she’d to rush back home. And what was home exactly, I mean she was alone as much as I knew. Maybe I got the wrong add but my back call returned the same answer. And now I stand near the same street light where I was dropped at by my paycheckers. The yellow line had been rounded up, the police sirens were low allowing me to hear her cry. She was covered in a blanket but why was she crying…did i..no. she was crying the way she’d cried in my arms when we’d met after months. She cried the way she‘d just lost the reason of her existence. She cried so cause the person near me told that they were to marry the next week. There were no thunders. I don’t move. But she does and too far away she moves …
(a night after…)
A decade under the influence of broken promises and gifted curses, I’d never known that I would come to end her life all over again. Never knew my last staunch to be human would leave me with memories too heavy to carry. The trees keep running fast. The iPod is sleeping with its owner.
I arrived at Lisbon at three o’clock.
I tread on, knowing not if the bullet hit him hard or me, with the my bag in hand.
Ethan must be sleeping. Let him.