The End Is Better...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

"And in your heart you hear the screaming, telling you to leave it all behind..." (Requiem For a Dream - Immortality By Death)

p.s. the attached audio file is the read version of this piece with part of the song "Requiem for a Dream" playing in the back.

Time for another cliche unoriginal nugget of thought. But it moves me, it does. Can you feel it? Cuz I can... Screaming tones, stirring the sorry cauldron of emotion that it did not fail to create within, all the while scoffing the bitter tears streaming down that it so fool-hardily created. Why? Cruel notes... A moments respite, just a moment, I beg. Must you rip my tattered heart to shreds? Growing, approaching on the airwaves, slamming against the sad mirage of me. Yes, me. The moments numb respite blasted to screaming, knee bending pain. \"In your mind you hear the screaming, telling you to leave it all behind...\" You feel it now? Of course you dont. You would never know. Bitter, bitter tears. The end seems better... \"but in your heart you can't stop dreaming, that someday the pain will end, and the strain will die...\" It comes again. Stiring the cauldron, spinning the whirlwind, standing ground. Arched back, hands clenched, screaming to the sky... why?

The end is better... than this.

(Credits: lines taken from song \"Requiem For a Dream - Immortality by Death\")


Submitted: December 07, 2008

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romp365

Your tear-stained face mocks me.

I've shattered your dreams and you keep coming back for more.

Why?

Don't you know your place? It's down on your knees groveling before me, your king. The man controlling the strings to your heart. Offering a kind word in public, but only ridicule in private. No one hears your screams when we're alone. Besides, I've already shown you what will happen if you don't turn that frown upside down. You don't want that again, do you?

But still, despite the pain my hands and words dish out. Despite my best attempts to squash your spirit and make you mine, you defy me.

Somewhere, deep inside you, you've made the decision to fight back at me, even if I break your bones. You've gone to the that hidden source of strength within you and tapped into it. You will never allow me to possess your spirit, like I've done with your body.

On the outside, when others see us together, you pay me your "respect". But soon, very soon, you'll pay me back for all I've done to you in the past.

Your future will be different. You will make it so. And I'll deserve it. All of it. And you'll move on with your life much stronger for it.

The end.

Don't know why your work elicited that kind of response from me? But for some reason, the words forced their way into my mind and tumbled out on the page. However, maybe the cliche's I wrote about will make more sense to you than to me.

I like the stretching you seem to be doing on the page. I hope you keep exploring it with your words and sharing it with the rest of us.

Sun, December 7th, 2008 8:17pm

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yup... it meant something to me :D thanks. I quite liked it... and somehow you´ve described a part of me.. you´re on the right channel *wink*

Sun, December 7th, 2008 1:15pm

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