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Deceitful thoughts
By SteadyBeat
16 September 2007

Deceitful thoughts

I wrote this piece as soon as i experinced it. Yes, thoughts might be decieving but thats not always the case. Your greatest, most unthinkable doubts may come true in a heart beat...





 

A long exhausting day that never seems to initiate an ending, till it obscurely starts all over again.
Serenity refuses to put me out of my misery and slips away right between my fingers. As I struggle to detain a tinge of calmness to drug my numb feelings and endorse my apparitions.

The air around me, occupying my lungs, keeps me from fading away into a realm of total darkness. Where nothing breathes to live, instead, everything is constrained to inhale nothingness in, a vacuum of emptiness. A senseless world purged by its own doing.

If only I could describe the indescribable. If only I could mend the emendable. I would not be paralyzed and awestruck the way I am now.
My insides patriotically fighting a war of a thousand swords, for poison lurks within my blood. A venomous serpent forces its fangs through my vulnerable skin.

All this time, I was aware of its existence but my heart did not compromise with my mind, there was doubt and skepticism rendering my face. How dare this cross my perplexed mind?
“No, it can’t be”, whispered my lonely heart, on every reminiscing occasion, repelling my thoughts and feelings apart.

Doubts transpired into facts and feelings into a waterfall of emotions. Anger, deceit and sorrow stir up my blood, contaminating every vein, muscle, artery, bone and flesh.
The one closest to my heart has done the unthinkable. There she laid, between his arms, reciting to him words, so disturbing, that I refuse to put pen on paper for.
Amidst their giggling and ear-piercing laughter, my head spins in circles producing successive images of her treachery, until it halts on a demonic figure so terrifying, on which my brain declines to alternate.
 
I have nothing to live for. I’ve lost the taste of life. There is nothing left for me here anymore.
My body shuts itself from the outside world, wrapping around my senses like a deadly python on its helpless prey. I rest motionless till darkness comes, claiming my abandoned sole away…

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Written by Asferthecat (794 comments posted) 16th September 2007
Very emotional. I feel your thoughts would be better expressed in poetry than prose. Prose requires clarity but poetry can be all about feeling. 
The last sentence should be soul instead of sole. 

Written by SteadyBeat (2 comments posted) 16th September 2007
This came straight from the heart. I didnt think about what sort of writing style it belongs to, just kept it as spontaneous as possible. 
 
And i cannot believe i spelled soul as sole. God Dammit. 
 
Thank you Asferthecat for your kind comment.  
Cheerz!  

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