Darkness

[DiSiLLUSiON]

Dit had ik een tijdje terug geschreven.. niet echt meer van toepassing dus ik dacht van k plaats het wel hier. Het is geen verhaal, maar ook geen gedicht, wel is het erg kort.

Het is erg symbolisch bedoeld btw, 't moest m'n toenmalige gevoelens uitdrukken.



An old, rounded staircase, battered by time,
battered by forces of nature. Steps have eroded
away, leading down into the dark dungeons of the
mind, ending near a passageway. A doorframe, with
broken hinges, keeping the troubles hidden no
longer. A battered, shattered soul. No longer
able to ignore the deamons that have broken
their way into the mind. The passageway leads
into a chamber. The center of the mind.

And Darkness reigns.

It's quiet, eerie perhaps. There isn't a whisper
of sound except the ragged breathing of the sole
occupant of the before mentioned chamber. A per-
sonification of the soul. An broken entity. A
broken young male. On the brink of chaos, the
verge of destruction. Sitting on the dirty floor
on his knees, bowing down to the ground, holding
a knife in his right hand. For an eternity there
is no movement whatsoever. Then a single tear
escapes. It crawls it's way down, like a river
of sadness. It has reached the lowest point of
the entity's face and it lets go. It falls down
onto the ground and splatters, breaking like the
last shattered remnants of the entity's soul have
broken so long ago.

And Darkness reigns.

Then, at last, the entity moves. As it moves, the
chamber is breaking down, the whole gestalt is
breaking down, knowing beforehand what the entity's
moves are going to be, since the entity has already
decided. It's all interconnected. A representation
of the entity's soul in the entity's soul itself.
For perhaps the first time since ages, his eyelids
flash open. A few strands of thought, coalescing
into a new purpose. A brand new determination is to
be found there, though no-one will be around to see
it. The hand with the knife moves closer, just as
the walls of the chamber are closing in. It brings
the knife close to where the heart is. Then, with
one final act of agression, the knife tears through
the flesh.

And Darkness reigns.

Blood pours out, splashing on the entity's form,
creating stains of death everywhere. Pain surges
through his body. Life becomes Death. Still, the
man continues with his strength fading away. More
flesh is ripped, more blood tries to escape. Beyond
the ripping of flesh and the splashing of blood
against every available surface, not a sound is
heard. Before the entity could finish his task of
carving out it's heart, his strength has diminished
so much that the knife falls out of his hand, the
hand not having enough grip anymore and it falls
onto the floor of the chamber. With his last
strength, he grabs in his chest, ripping out his
heart. Bowing down forward again, the entity brings
his bloodcovered fingers to a stone on the floor
wich is raised above the others, and writes with his
last strength: "Please... forgive me", though there
will be no-one to forgive him. As his conciousness
is fading away, so does everything else.

And Darkness reigns.

The entity is no longer. The boy is no longer. And
all it wanted is to get his heart out of the equation,
to stop caring for others. To stop being able to be
hurt. Now, it can be hurt no longer. Death is welcomed.

And darkness reigns.

And darkness reigns.


-DiS.


edit: hmm misschien = move naar verhalenforum toch beter?