A poem
K so this is like a poem I guess. Call it depressing weird random whatever but comment plz.
The box, it sits on my window sill. It sits against the black of night and flashes of light from the storm.
I stare at it. Unblinking and afraid to move.
Afraid to open it.
Afraid it would take my mind and soul.
But would that not be so bad should it liberate me of my pain?
With no one to care to stop me I surrender my will to the essence of evil that beckons from the box.
My hand brushes the top.
But thats all it takes.
I feel its' contents enter me like cold spirits.
Lust, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Pride, Sloth, Gluttony.
In an instant my emotions are lost.
I wish for everything I see. I wish for the things of others. I wish to take and never give. But nohing satisfyies me.
I feel better than everyone else. I don't want to do anything.
Yet I feel nothing.
A body with no thoughts.
A corpse no longer ment to be in this world but damned to roam it for eternity.
I stare at it. Unblinking and afraid to move.
Afraid to open it.
Afraid it would take my mind and soul.
But would that not be so bad should it liberate me of my pain?
With no one to care to stop me I surrender my will to the essence of evil that beckons from the box.
My hand brushes the top.
But thats all it takes.
I feel its' contents enter me like cold spirits.
Lust, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Pride, Sloth, Gluttony.
In an instant my emotions are lost.
I wish for everything I see. I wish for the things of others. I wish to take and never give. But nohing satisfyies me.
I feel better than everyone else. I don't want to do anything.
Yet I feel nothing.
A body with no thoughts.
A corpse no longer ment to be in this world but damned to roam it for eternity.
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