Random something

Just something I typed when I was in a strange mood:

Blackout. Assassin enters the room, NMK standing in the middle of the room. Coolness personified. Lightning flash. The assassin steps, unsheathing his dagger, ready to strike. I stand, watching the window. Yeah, that window. Second flash. Assassin lays dead, motionless on the floor. NMK stands above him, broken dagger underfoot. One thought... I own all. Third flash, I dissapear. Not a trace of the body. The scene oh so surreal. Blood still stains the carpet to this day. The day NMK made his fall. The day NMK became invincible. The day... I became a vampire.

What is this insane feeling? Darkness. Total darkness. Blackout. Blacked out my heart. Nothing save a stake to pierce my heart. My darkness. My emptiness. To feel whole, what's that? To feel emotion? Or power? Could it be why humans feel fufilled, yet unfufilled? We don't know. We are the empty ones. The damned. Born of hate. Born of darkness.

Where am I? Is this something for the undead to ponder? Or even the living? Regardless, I can feel the madness. I can feel the creeping insanity. But I can't feel warmth. Too cold. The existence of the damned. Too cold.

Love feud? What's this? Falling in love with someone you never met in person? Or do you know them personally? Either way, it sounds interesting.

Me? You know me. Lone wolf. Sittin' all by himself on a mountain cliff, howlin' madly where no one can hear. Open your ears and listen. Do you hear that? Listen again. You can't here, because I'm all alone. Born alone, fated to die alone. That's the way. Inevitable. Fate. Cruel fate. Twisted fate.

Is there a way to end this cycle? Sure, if you're stupid. Me, I'm not stupid nor ignorant. This is my fate. I'd be touched by a single hello. Five letters. Making the day for loners since the english language came about. Take the time to break the fate. Say hello to that guy on the street. He just may be me.

Wow, love is a strong thing. Motivational. Meaningless to those spawned by hate, by darkness. Have I known a mother's love? Sure. Now, though. Now I feel like hell at the bottom of a witch's cauldron. Bubbling, boiling hell. Break the chains that bind me. Strength of will alone won't do. Not for me.

Not emo, just dark. I don't want to kill myself. Dosen't matter, does it? Holy water. That would do it. I don't want to die yet. I still have much to do. Much. Like what? Like being nobody's fool, that's what. Ha ha. Joker laughs at me. But he dosen't see me laugh back. Victory.

How do I know anything about myself? I don't. Ironic that I am me. That's all I know. All I need to know. All you need to know. Understand? That's who I am. Emo? My friend, I am many things. Emo I am not. Want to argue? No. No point. Gotta keep the peace. Yes, peace. That's what we all need.

Just like we all need love. Without it, we are empty. Not good. Simply won't do. Still, is love something I can handle? Is it?

Maybe I'm thinking this through too much. No sense thinking if all you have to do is do it. But then, is that right? It simply dosen't feel right. Not at all. So what's right. Caught the joker laughing at me again. I bitterly smile. The sour taste in my mouth.

Yeah, I think too much. But I gotta let it out. All thaty's inside a loveless body. So much to handle. Yet, it feels strange. Like something's not coming up. That's the feeling I want to be rid of. But how do I do it without knowing how?

I think to myself too much. I wonder about infinite possibilities. What could I become? What could the world become. Who are these people I talk with like friends who I know nothing about? You. What am I asking? Not much. Just a simple question. A complex question with a simple answer: I simply don't know. That's it.

Think things through, friends. You may wonder the same things. Making questions with no answers.

You need to understand where I'm coming from. Why is that? To understand my words. Yes. You know what I'm talking about now. With empathy, you can fully understand it. Put on a pair of my shoes and go for a walk. Not comfortable? Good. Nor is my life. Many know the feeling. Do you?

When you think about life, what comes to mind? Is it the pain you felt, or the pleasure? Stop. There is your answer, right in your head. You were brought up as a lone wolf. The pains of being alone. Stop. There. Pain. Rewind. Stop. You were brought up loved and with friends. Those who care about you. Experiencing the pleasure. There. Your answers.

Bring another topic to the table. What's on your mind. World affairs? What's for dinner? How you're gonna stay alive? Stop. There you think again. What's happening in North Korea? Am I having fries with my dinner? Where can I find a job?

Thoughts are a part of your character. Think like a loner, you could understand one. Experience it, and you can think like one. Spend time. Alone. Stop. Think. Listen.
How can one who has love all around them possibly understand? How can anyone who is surrounded by hate understand? It's all put into perspective. Empathy. Put yourself into someone else's shoes and walk. Walk. Observe. Stop. There you get meaning.