I know i havent posted much at all in a while, but i almost have 1000 views!
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Anyway, now for the story.
I hear them. The voices. Ever so softly, they call me, chanting my name as though I were a hero, a god. They dont chant in happiness, nor anger, nor depression, nor lust. Emotionless, these voices will call me. I see no one, but, man, do I hear a lot. These voices, what are they doing to me? Making me insane, or possesing me? Consuming me? Why me? I'm not becoming insane. Merely just an act of insanity doesn't make one insane, does it? These voices. Tearing me apart limb by delapadated limb. Hanging on to the one tiny thread left, I can't let go. I can't fall. I can't bring myself to believe in this, this insanity. How long have I been holding on now? The countless hours rebuilding, and destroying? I look at the fall, fearful of what lay in the abyss. I can only imagine. Monsters and demons, black magic, and disguise. I haven't looked above me. The abyss glared up at me as if i were its prey, and it were stalking me, wating for me to slip up once again, to make the same mistake as i did last time. The voices coming back to me. Calling me. Louder this time, screeching into my ears. Infamy raining down, like snow, and like ashes, fell into the cold dark world below. I can't let go. I can't fall into the insanity. The voices still screaming my name, me, still clenching the string. I look up, and I marvel at what I see. No. The insanity. I can't hold on anymore. I can't bare the pain, the suffering anymore. If there was a heaven, or a hell, one would have shown by now. I look at the thread, and I let go.
Humanity is all just a lie.
Insanity is reality.
Short, yes i know. But. Not length that matter-- content. Hahah I would really think about the last two lines. I love you all, and i appreciate all of your support!
~Rasha Adwani- Hattar~