We all have a monster within our bodies, some of which are trapped behind our souls, observing, waiting to regain its strength from the cruel creatures to break free and unleash its full potential. On the other hand, some of us were able to tame these vulgar creatures that are sharing our vessel. The weak humans will be conquered as soon as the monster takes control and unleash the evil that it has gained over the years and soon the soul will be shoved far away into the abyss, scared, shivering, and unable to move; for the power that has been unleashed into the body is the unstoppable wrath of hatred.
We were born together, we shared every memory the good and bad, whilst the monster favored the bad memories and fed on them and grew faster, and slowly pushing the pure soul away, or rather poisoning it. It reminds the soul of what has been done to it, reminding it of all the cruel things that have happened, blaming the soul for everything. Filled with guilt the soul soon realized what should be done in order to not become weak. At the nursery they were able to identify me for who I am, they saw right through me, they saw the emptiness, they saw the shattered pieces of my beloved soul, and so they waited for me until it was our nap time, to grab me and lock me up in the chamber where they performed their rituals on me, trying to bring my soul back.
For years they have kept me in the chambers thinking that they will be able to cast the evil spirit away and make my pure soul return back to its vessel; however, their plan never worked and never will, for the monster and I are one.
Category: sad
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Stuck In The Past
Sometimes the past can be so cruel that it never leaves you in peace. Trying to move on with your life, but every time you try to get past the emotions and feelings, and move on, life reminds you of what has happened, or rather yourself reminds your pathetic soul that you are not good enough to move on.
In loops of sadness and disappointment you are stuck, cannot possibly think of a solution other than diving into worlds of dreams. A dream walker is someone who is known for the gift to see what lies far beyond this universe; alternate universes that is. While in grief hating to wake up, and start the day when the sun rises like what most average humans do. Loving the darkness of the night, that comes with true feelings and emotions. It is when the lies are hidden, and where humans speak of only the truth. It is the time when you become honest to yourself; trying to fix the little pieces that have been shattered in the past, but it takes time depending on your personality, whether you like to overthink and try to understand why while trying to fix your life. Furthermore, there are who are focused more on fixing their lives, rather than understanding what, why, how they have become to the state that they are in.
All in all, there is still hope, you only have to believe and everything will fall into place. Keep on living.
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Stupidity !
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Chapter 40
Who am I, to judge. I am no longer in the position to ask why, and based on what assumptions are they targeting there cruelty upon me for. In silence I walk away, no matter what the situation is I remain silent; no words can possibly portray the contents of my heart.
Distancing myself from them, decreasing my social circle, not sure if I even had one. Clashing through the tides of life like there is no tomorrow. Trying to survive and searching for a way to live peacefully for the rest of my life. Frustrated, as to what they all think about me, but who to blame for such stupidity other than myself. In ruins I have been left with little pieces left of what is called the future.
A plot twist soon shall be revealed, and in shock it shall be to those whom were taking my soul for granted. -
Regret !
Nervousness, shivering, and unable to bear this pressure that is cycling around me, containing me in loops of sadness and confusion. Confused as to what I will be, and whether there is a chance for me to climb out of this one.
As everybody left, and the feeling of loneliness started to consume his heart, he began to write into his journal the events of what shall be, and forged his name with a force that showed great remorse of what he unleashed upon his soul. In tears he began to accumulate the memories, every single one of them, the good and the bad. In a pit he threw the memories that have wronged his soul, while the happy memories that he cherished, in his heart he stored them; to remind him of the good times that he had and how he was determined to win no matter how many times he failed, forging his path along the way.
Now that we made ameds, my soul and I, we shall never let any creature wrong us, no matter who this creature is. A red line, if crossed, great consequences shall be unleashed upon his heart and soul.
As he realised what he has done, and learned from his mistakes, he stated that he shall continue his journey on his path heading towards the final goal. -
One’s Soul
Life is an adventure, so do not sign yourself up for a planned life, where everyone copies the past generation’s life; therefore, traveling in a paved path. If you put it simply they are basically copycats.
Experience life for who you are not for who they think you are. Wander, with your mind and body until you reach your soul. The soul that you have ignored, to please the others, the soul that you have forced to run away. Instead of trying to understand it and work with it, to witness the great aspects of life that you have never dreamed of, you simply pushed it away. A great vision of life shall prosper once you have found your soul and worked with it; therefore, your purpose will be visible and clear before your eyes. How many are there, living without their souls? Given roles, which does not fit who they are, forced and molded by the cruel environment that they lived in. Life to those who lost their souls by the cruelty of others is a boring routine of events repeating daily, until they have fallen deep into loath and misery, which will result in suicide, or in some rare cases they will tend to fix their mistakes by searching for their souls.
The soul is a mystery; some have claimed that it is who we are, while others said that it is another being inside of us, which makes us whole. The journey starts when you feel lost and confused, and with thoughts rising simultaneously, wearing your head and making you feel empty from the inside.
“There Is Still Hope”
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The Apocalypse
All I can remember is that on a Monday evening a strange noise made the creatures go rogue upon us humans. The skies have fallen, the mountains crumbled into dust. Some of us have died at the moment where the sirens were first blown. A large number of humans have died leaving half of the humanity on earth witnessing events of great horror.
Creatures that were locked away between the two mountains that crossed paths have descended. Ignorant, yet powerful that they drank the entire lake. Cruelty, that I have witnessed over the years from my fellow humans was nothing compared to these barbaric creatures killing everyone on their way. A wave of death, as they traveled leaving behind pools of blood of whoever stood in their way. As we tried to fight them and end them, in which resulted only in increasing our chances of becoming extinct; we have decided to climb the mountain of truth, to be free from their cruelty. The skies have opened its doors, and started to whisper; taking the cruel creatures attention away from us. The cruel creatures took their bows and arrows and starting shooting at the sky, aiming so arrogantly at the skies that plague has been their reward for what they have done to the earth.
In an instant, they have all died simultaneously, as if of one soul. Now that the earth is filled with flesh and blood, disease have contaminated the earth, and so a group of huge birds has been sent towards us, scavengers to be exact; to clean the earth. While the birds ate the bodies that covered the earth, the skies with clouds of rain covered the entire globe, cleansing our souls and the earth from cruelty and filth. The siren blew for the second time in 12 years, and everything has been wiped out.
Into a new land we have been resurrected, smooth and different from earth, and every one of us humans was guided by two forms of light. Not knowing where we are, nor where they are guiding us to; filled us all with terror and the urge to not witness any more horrifying events, the cruel creatures have wished to have never been resurrected for their deeds are shameful and shall be rewarded only what they have worked for, except those who were pure at heart.
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A HITCH
Held captive, knows nothing about the real world other than from what he reads from the newspapers that are provided to him daily, and the only people that he ever interacted with were the two wardens that were in charge of keeping him from experiencing life for his own. Decisions were made for him; they have slipped him from everything even his soul.
In a room feeling so dead whilst still breathing, fed newspapers daily with articles about war, deaths, and cruelty; An image of the entire human race resonated in his head, creating some sort of anger and loath. Confused whether it is a bliss for him to be held away from such cruel creatures by wardens who slipped him from his soul. Looking at the sunrays retreating from the holes that filled one side of the room, which he believed to be a window in the past.
The night has come, where for most people it is the time to rest and relax; however, for him it meant a stream of thoughts and visions running through his mind all at once, like a seizure leaving him weary for the rest of the night. At dawn he has been awakened from his slumber by the cruel prison guards whom were throwing cold water at him to make him feel refreshed they remarked. Feeling different, yet the anger and loath for his race grew even more, but he managed to lock it away. In a corner, he sat with his untamed mind battling one another for authority. An ongoing battle, he wondered how it shall end; nevertheless he is determined to never give up until he can control his mind.
Crumbling from the endless battles with his mind, feeling empty, unable to function anymore with this emptiness in him, he decided for himself for the first time, which broke the door and tore the walls apart; he smiled with determination to find his soul and purpose. The wardens in shock stood still, not expecting to be disobeyed by him, whom they were nurturing to fit into this cruel reality, sadly they never realized that what they have done, have made him realize that it is up to him to choose the path that he wants to follow or create.
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Who Are They ? Monsters
Once upon a time, in a land far away from where beasts lived among the humans, and where the witches and demons are being burnt, a kid lost his soul. Trenched by the poisonous thoughts of his clan “humans”.
The kid grew up not knowing what is there for him on this earth, been manipulated by the society trying to mold his soul as what they thought best fitting for the child, not giving him a choice to be who he really is. After years of trying to mold his soul into something that he is not, he rebelled and decided to figure things out for himself.
On journey to cure his soul and find his purpose, the boy wandered the earth witnessing the actions of his clan upon the beasts and witches, which revealed before his eyes that the humans are the real monsters, burning witches without any sensible reason, burning them for something that they have no control over; born witch. Thinking that they are superior on this earth, they continue their misdeeds by invoking the beasts who are trying to hide and live peacefully among the humans and becoming furious when they fight back. A string of evil created by none other than us “humans”.
The kid struggled on his journey that is still ongoing, trying to find his lost soul that ran away the moment they tried to engrave their teaching upon him, the moment they tried to poison the child.
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Weary !
I don’t know what has happened; it happened so fast. I have changed a lot; I’m no longer the guy you used to know me. Everything seems different, scared of them all, for now, I can see through their souls. The chains that restrained the darkness in me has torn apart unleashing every bit of pain, every bit of sadness that has troubled my soul.
Enduring such pain and misery can mess one’s soul big time; it can kill all the emotions in you. The smile I faked in the past has changed from hiding the pain to unleashing pain. Once I have started to notice what has happened to my poor soul I pulled myself away from the people I care about scared that I will cause them trouble, even if they were the ones who turned me into a cold, emotionless soul. Surrounded myself by the evil creatures, urging to unleash upon them the wrath of the pain and sadness that they have caused me, but in time they shall all witness before their eyes what pain is. The monstrous creatures cannot endure pain, for only those with a pure heart can withstand such thing.
Retracing my steps back to where it all began and all I could see is how humans are monsters. Not only they’ve caused pain to my soul, but they’re also trying to pull me into becoming a member of their cult of cruelty. I fled away, can’t trust anyone for they will only threaten my peace of mind. I shall be gone forever, and never come back to those who have tortured my soul with their ongoing misdeeds. Fading away into the void, for I must restrain the darkness with the chains of hope and faith, and lock it away in a place where it shall not find the light.
“Rest my weary soul, for the time shall come.”
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