Monday, February 28, 2011

SCORN

Eyes open. He looks around. The stench of blood all around. Corpses lying everywhere. He breathes, heavy…

“I DIDN’T DO THIS!” screamed. He looks around, searching for recognizable faces. There are none. He doesn’t know them anymore. It’s not…

He crashes on his hands, turns and is faced by them, now bloodied. “WHAT IS THE PRICE, TELL ME!!!!”

There is no life, no death, no love or care. You promised before sending me here, you promised that ultimately one would know the consequences. There is none. Nothing but the endless shallow spokes of words, movements and expressions. For what, for who?

Nothing.

He wipes his hand and screams in pain. He or someone had cut his hand. They drop and become a part of the pool below. The stench is fresh now. He gets up, he runs. Away from life, away from it all….

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Damn right I'm angry!!!

Angry at the world, and the people in it. The rage has no ends today and there is no outlet. I'm supposed to stay to the orders of the society that doesn't allow outbursts unless you're senile. I'm supposed to keep quite and smile in this godforsaken place, to most people I don't give shit about. And worst of all, I'm supposed to be all calm and composed for tomorrow for the first and I'm pretty sure, not the last interview for my campus placement.

You know what the worst part is, you have these people in your lives that tell you they love you and everything. You never gave them a chance to show. And when you need them to understand, for a moment, for a day, you open up a crack to let them see the darkness inside, they just shut up. And even though you never expected them to understand, it pushes you down even more.

I hate this world today. I hate people in this world who do bad things and get away with it. Bad things to people who you love and care about and feel protective towards. It makes my rage take over me to the point that I can actually feel the blood in my veins burning. I hate the feeling of being hopeless and unable to do anything about it. And then I'm supposed to sit with the general 'normal' crowd and act like everything is fine.

AND YES I'M BLABBERING!! IT'S MY BLOG AND I GET TO DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH IT. YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF!!