Category: Writers Block
This is something that I thought up yesterday, let me know what you think.
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You’re appologies mean nothing, the words simply turn to ash in the air. They float away on the wind and it doesn’t matter because I know you’ll just make them again and again until I say I believe you. Even if I don’t, I’ll say I do, eventually, just to get you to stop. The lies and slanderous untruths can only hold me for so long, until I’m forced to dig deeper, foridging if I must, just to seek the pure simple truth behind all the valed illusions and secret codes. If I could wear you like a mask, I think I would. I’d use your pretty twisted tales to bend people to my way, get inside their heads, eat away at them from the inside. I’d make sure to do it slowly though, just to make certain they didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late to stop it. All that knowledge, all those memories, all that humanity…I’d feed on it, on a diat of nothing but sacrifice and water. It would be my bread and I’d feast feast feast, like the grintch until there was nothing left. Then I’d do it all over again, just for shits and giggles.
Good, but isn't it a little hypocritical to confront someone then say you would do the same?