A possibilityIf I concentrate, with my whole body and soul, it will work. It has to work. I have to pull out thethrobbing pain eating away at my mind. It's consuming me, making me bitter, vicious, resentful. It'smaking me a fiend numb and blind to humanity. It's destroying life all around me, choking me,killing me. Life, this forbidden miracle that I will never know, that will never be mine. I want it, Iyearn for it and the bitch taunts me, dancing before my eyes doomed to contemplate its colorfulglory. I will never know the sweetness of existence. I will never know the smell of Spring, when thefirst drops of rain hit the dusty ground. Oh, how I would like to be blind to it all. But I know it'shopeless. Of course it's hopeless. I'm a lidless eye, an immortal beholder. Heaven sentenced me towitness Life and Creation, banning me from its Gardens. I was there to observe the beginning andI'll be there to see the end. Your end. And when you will be gone, when your species will die outlike so m
InceptionYou're a sneaky little liar.You're a puppeteer who needs no strings.The puppets are alive,They move on their own accordLike any self-reliant group of toys.With carefully laid out words,And the right card deftly producedFrom your pocketWith a smileWhich looks innocent enough,But which you so carefully fastened,You manage to perfectly deceiveAnd manipulate.The puppets are marching offJust like you knew they would.There's no strings needed here,The puppets pull their ownAll for you.