Mendelson Shape
05-21-2008, 03:02 AM
I sit on the rooftop, looking at my town. My town, i would call it. A wasteland of human waste we call 'friends', 'family' and my favorite, 'loved ones'. Hmm the gall of these people, such incompetence in subordinates of my town. I should have them all killed off, would save me energy to put up with them. God knows i have tried to rid the world of these parasites but i am just one man. Never stopped everyone else though...
The moon reminds me of my fate, almost within my grasp but just fools the mind into a vulnerable state and then...reality brings you back down to your empty feeling of accomplishment. I sit on the rooftops, overlooking them all and yet, at the bottom of the dregs i reside.
A promising young idealist with aspirations and desires to better the world and everyone in it. I sought to balance man's greed from his insatiable desire for material possessions. I was in my prime, a role model already, but i was...happy. An emotion that tickles the senses and makes fools of us all. Such happiness and achievements made the hearts of men black with jealousy. They did nothing but wanted everything, and so they shall.
One night, i walked briskly down Robinson's Street coming from my last seminar for the evening. It was late and i was tired, my eyes were heavy and my body was retiring already. Shadows watched my stead and waited for my weakest moment when i stopped at the corner and leaned on the lamppost for a moment, to catch my breath. Swift and silent, they appeared before my droopy eyes and spoke with a grunt that was harsh as it was cold.
"Give me your wallet," said the ominous stranger in the overcoat, faced covered from his midnight costume.
"I am but a simple man, i have no money you seek. I have given everything i have to everyone who deserves it and so, i am least deserving." i retorted with a firm face, yet my swaying stance gave away my withheld drowsiness.
"So be it. I shall take from you all that you have since you are the least deserving indeed. A swindler and conman, hoodwink the townsfolk with talks of industry and machines. Such blasphemies! What witchcraft have you set into the minds of our people." spat the stranger. His silhouetted visage had straightened as he spoke, and his voice sounded through the night like a lone wolf amass a herd of sheep.
"Our people? You words tricked into beliefs of concern and compassion for your fellow man. You? A mere shadowed robber, you shalt not even divulge your face. Such is the way of a coward's resolve." i flared back, my mind keeping my body steady as it had just lost its will to.
"Then prepare, brave deliverer, for your untimely demise by this coward's hand. Your words shall be the death of you, pride etched upon your chest and vanity rules your heart. I shall deliver the people of their magick conqueror and dispel your words from their thoughts."
He extended his hand, the blade shined from the night's casting light. A muscular arm and a long blade, scars of events gone past. He stepped out of shadow, revealing his form. A man, ragged clothes and matted hair was he was attired yet, a readiness in his face and eagerness in his body. Such a man, the most dangerous in the world...a man with nothing to lose.
"Come boy, test your resolve and we shall see whose will is strongest." he said, steadying his body to attack.
I stood there, still supported by the post wondering what was to become of me. Such hopes and dreams, excitement for progress, what has it come to. As i leveled my eyes to the stranger's face, i saw my doom drawing nearer, slowly and in resolute. I closed my eyes for their weight i could not bear any longer, waiting...waiting for the pain of reality to come and wake me up from this illusion of nightmares. Surely this cannot be the end of me....
I woke up, time was a mystery and memory was shaky. i was bleeding, heavily. I looked around in my haven from death. It was a sewer, steady flow of the town's waste snailed by in steady flow. Sunlight pierced through the dank and brought curiosity along with it. I got up, looked through the small hole by the side of the drain, i gasped. Some sort of metal machine, moving without horses! Such a wonderful sight. Large buildings and passing people, such a busy place. Black ground on which they walk, what could it be? I sat back down onto the sewer floor and watched the commotion of the bustling city. Such questions and curiosities had rushed into my mind, what had brought about such a revolutionized change of lifestyle.
I searched through the sewers, looking for a way out. Miles and miles of pipes with nothing but rats and the stench of humanity. I was hungry, and thirsty too and soon desperation was my driving force to quicken my pace or i shall be taken by such a place. Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel had brighten my days of dark. How long was i down there was unknown and right then i didn't really care. The city, what wonders await.
Everywhere i went, i was ridiculed and shun away from shops and passerby. I had no answers and no one would give any, i was soon becoming delirious with uncertainty and my current disposition made it impossible for me to interact with anyone, as being seen with me in public made them just as an eyesore. I soon retired to my abode of the underground where i came out at night and searched for food. Surviving such an environment had toughen my body and also strengthened my mind. I had a strong resolve to seek out the truth and someone will give me my answers which i so desperately seek.
I am the observer of this town, to this day i am still lost in another world. I sit like the stone ornaments which adorn their houses and shops, so proudly they display. But i shall rule them all, like i wanted to those many eons ago in time of past and someday...i shall at last.
The moon reminds me of my fate, almost within my grasp but just fools the mind into a vulnerable state and then...reality brings you back down to your empty feeling of accomplishment. I sit on the rooftops, overlooking them all and yet, at the bottom of the dregs i reside.
A promising young idealist with aspirations and desires to better the world and everyone in it. I sought to balance man's greed from his insatiable desire for material possessions. I was in my prime, a role model already, but i was...happy. An emotion that tickles the senses and makes fools of us all. Such happiness and achievements made the hearts of men black with jealousy. They did nothing but wanted everything, and so they shall.
One night, i walked briskly down Robinson's Street coming from my last seminar for the evening. It was late and i was tired, my eyes were heavy and my body was retiring already. Shadows watched my stead and waited for my weakest moment when i stopped at the corner and leaned on the lamppost for a moment, to catch my breath. Swift and silent, they appeared before my droopy eyes and spoke with a grunt that was harsh as it was cold.
"Give me your wallet," said the ominous stranger in the overcoat, faced covered from his midnight costume.
"I am but a simple man, i have no money you seek. I have given everything i have to everyone who deserves it and so, i am least deserving." i retorted with a firm face, yet my swaying stance gave away my withheld drowsiness.
"So be it. I shall take from you all that you have since you are the least deserving indeed. A swindler and conman, hoodwink the townsfolk with talks of industry and machines. Such blasphemies! What witchcraft have you set into the minds of our people." spat the stranger. His silhouetted visage had straightened as he spoke, and his voice sounded through the night like a lone wolf amass a herd of sheep.
"Our people? You words tricked into beliefs of concern and compassion for your fellow man. You? A mere shadowed robber, you shalt not even divulge your face. Such is the way of a coward's resolve." i flared back, my mind keeping my body steady as it had just lost its will to.
"Then prepare, brave deliverer, for your untimely demise by this coward's hand. Your words shall be the death of you, pride etched upon your chest and vanity rules your heart. I shall deliver the people of their magick conqueror and dispel your words from their thoughts."
He extended his hand, the blade shined from the night's casting light. A muscular arm and a long blade, scars of events gone past. He stepped out of shadow, revealing his form. A man, ragged clothes and matted hair was he was attired yet, a readiness in his face and eagerness in his body. Such a man, the most dangerous in the world...a man with nothing to lose.
"Come boy, test your resolve and we shall see whose will is strongest." he said, steadying his body to attack.
I stood there, still supported by the post wondering what was to become of me. Such hopes and dreams, excitement for progress, what has it come to. As i leveled my eyes to the stranger's face, i saw my doom drawing nearer, slowly and in resolute. I closed my eyes for their weight i could not bear any longer, waiting...waiting for the pain of reality to come and wake me up from this illusion of nightmares. Surely this cannot be the end of me....
I woke up, time was a mystery and memory was shaky. i was bleeding, heavily. I looked around in my haven from death. It was a sewer, steady flow of the town's waste snailed by in steady flow. Sunlight pierced through the dank and brought curiosity along with it. I got up, looked through the small hole by the side of the drain, i gasped. Some sort of metal machine, moving without horses! Such a wonderful sight. Large buildings and passing people, such a busy place. Black ground on which they walk, what could it be? I sat back down onto the sewer floor and watched the commotion of the bustling city. Such questions and curiosities had rushed into my mind, what had brought about such a revolutionized change of lifestyle.
I searched through the sewers, looking for a way out. Miles and miles of pipes with nothing but rats and the stench of humanity. I was hungry, and thirsty too and soon desperation was my driving force to quicken my pace or i shall be taken by such a place. Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel had brighten my days of dark. How long was i down there was unknown and right then i didn't really care. The city, what wonders await.
Everywhere i went, i was ridiculed and shun away from shops and passerby. I had no answers and no one would give any, i was soon becoming delirious with uncertainty and my current disposition made it impossible for me to interact with anyone, as being seen with me in public made them just as an eyesore. I soon retired to my abode of the underground where i came out at night and searched for food. Surviving such an environment had toughen my body and also strengthened my mind. I had a strong resolve to seek out the truth and someone will give me my answers which i so desperately seek.
I am the observer of this town, to this day i am still lost in another world. I sit like the stone ornaments which adorn their houses and shops, so proudly they display. But i shall rule them all, like i wanted to those many eons ago in time of past and someday...i shall at last.