Mercury Red Winter by thenothingman000, literature
Literature
Mercury Red Winter
MERCURY RED WINTER
It feels as if I have lost my mind, I'm not too sure where it has gone but it's not here. I've been making so many mistakes lately....stupid ones, little ones, ones that I shouldn't make. I don't mean to make these mistake but they just happen and when I make them they call me stupid with out using that word or any words like it. It gets to me I guess and I can't stop it, it drives me nuts and it brings me down.....so very down but it makes me so bitterly happy in this dimly bright world.
Today I decide to walk in the Light and that rightfully pisses the Dark off.
I leave my house and go out into the open world and its a
He was born to a mother who has never felt the touch of a man. He was born to a father who has never seen his mother but still holds the belief that he is his. The child, never knowing the true face of his father grew up only believing what he was told and suffered from the consequences. The man who hangs never knowing he was born out of wedlock. He was an illegitimate child -- a bastard.
There it stands a giant red cross, red as blood that stained it from the ones who have hung from it. And now hangs another victim -- a pale man. He wears a crown of razor wire that digs into his skin cutting until it hits the bone. Black obsidian nails that
Break away the chains that hold me in this constant state of peace.
Let them break and let the anger start to flow.
Flowing wrath like flowing blood flowing through our pathetic veins.
Pathetic veins that go to our pathetic hearts that make us feel these emotions.
Emotions that lead to sadness, sorrow and back to anger and wrath.
Wrath that leads us into wars and through pointless arguements.
It grows like a cancer, a virus, a disease the wrath.
Spreading.
Growing.
Infecting.
Killing.
It forms and collect and pools in a pit of black nothingness.
And it festers until it scabs up and then it flakes and falls apart.
Then it heals ag
Current Residence: nowhere//everywhere Favourite genre of music: rock/alternative MP3 player of choice: iPod classic Skin of choice: the one that covers my body