Pyro
Bluelighter
Into the horizon of eternity and into the crest of infinity fly the flags of every mortal death, standing watch over a pointless grave.
The dead father salutes his dead son. Standing, staring into the grass. All of life's work gone needlessly into the dirt, because he was never allowed to make the difference he could have.
Called to war, in a time of peace...
The battle for the young man's soul was not the epic Good versus Evil, it was the Lost fighting the Alone. The realization of this came swift and struck like a bullet through his heart.
The catalyst of destruction? His sensitivity to the world around him. Word destoried him because he refused to turn off like all the others had.
He believed that there was still hope for the free and open. He believed that caring and sensitivity is what made humans beautiful, and after seeing the world around him turn off, soul by soul, he tried to join the rest.
He acted tough and careless. Nothing could get through to him so it seemed. From the onlooker he melted into the background of the city becoming people painted cityscape. He even convinced himself of this lie, that he cared little about the ways of the people who spoke to him.
In the end there was nothing but a blind sided shot through the chest. Murderous word caused his soul to tear apart and body to fail. Why would someone spend time to pick him apart, just to have fun and cause him purposful angst? He didn't want to play anymore, and he kept pretending to not care.
Because this other person shot hateful words and words meant to tear and bite, and because of his being a care-full being, the words bit, and tore, and in the end he was murdered.
The other person just laughing it off. He had his fun. Next.
What now? Well the father turns off completely now, and just waits to die to meet his son again. And the -true- lesson of humanity is learned. The lesson that humans are by nature evil beings.
Fuck humanity and their careless games.
Pyro - Tim
[This message has been edited by Pyro (edited 16 August 2000).]
The dead father salutes his dead son. Standing, staring into the grass. All of life's work gone needlessly into the dirt, because he was never allowed to make the difference he could have.
Called to war, in a time of peace...
The battle for the young man's soul was not the epic Good versus Evil, it was the Lost fighting the Alone. The realization of this came swift and struck like a bullet through his heart.
The catalyst of destruction? His sensitivity to the world around him. Word destoried him because he refused to turn off like all the others had.
He believed that there was still hope for the free and open. He believed that caring and sensitivity is what made humans beautiful, and after seeing the world around him turn off, soul by soul, he tried to join the rest.
He acted tough and careless. Nothing could get through to him so it seemed. From the onlooker he melted into the background of the city becoming people painted cityscape. He even convinced himself of this lie, that he cared little about the ways of the people who spoke to him.
In the end there was nothing but a blind sided shot through the chest. Murderous word caused his soul to tear apart and body to fail. Why would someone spend time to pick him apart, just to have fun and cause him purposful angst? He didn't want to play anymore, and he kept pretending to not care.
Because this other person shot hateful words and words meant to tear and bite, and because of his being a care-full being, the words bit, and tore, and in the end he was murdered.
The other person just laughing it off. He had his fun. Next.
What now? Well the father turns off completely now, and just waits to die to meet his son again. And the -true- lesson of humanity is learned. The lesson that humans are by nature evil beings.
Fuck humanity and their careless games.
Pyro - Tim
[This message has been edited by Pyro (edited 16 August 2000).]
