Within My Heart (2)...

I have used up all my energy. I barely can move all my fingers right now. I’m down on my knees, looking at my fellow friends’ flesh being cut off. Where am I? What I’m doing here? I looked down and saw both of my legs were pierced by two arrows. Such agony how it felt, but what am I to do as all I did was sitting there with tears. Clang! A broad sword falls beside me. Who is it? While suddenly I realize it was him; the dark lord. He grabbed my head with his arm. Lift my head up so that he can see me clearly. Those eyes; those cold dark eyes. I barely noticed it, the smile on that face. A smile that knows no sympathy. Abomination as what were other people said. But there I was looking with nothing but disgusted as he tore my heart out. The blood was warm to the touch. But all what’s left of the body was just cold. My hands sheaved and weaved. As such a simple life that was. And such a simple death that was. Why this does seemed so pointless? A soul for another, that’s what they said. How unfortunate that is to live such a short life.

Freed’s Heart…

A Thought...

A person’s heart is unpredictable when it comes to feelings. It becomes predictable when you show it out of its shell. This is the words from a loon. Say it’s not a loon but just some guy with a dark past. He walked past me and mumbles some words, by then he tripped beside me as I walked the opposite. Such fate was to be earned in such unpredictable manner, and so I helped him stand just so that I feel good to care. Out of curiosity he said, why did I ever help him whereas no other soul would reach out for him? I didn’t answer him and he gave me these words. It was awkward but all seems well. He stood and walked away and mumbles more words. Am I that predictable to start with or just that I’m too scared to open up my feelings. This is something I must find out soon, as my age doesn’t counts to be younger than now.

Freed

Within My Heart...

I woke up with a bit of sweat on my forehead, realizing it was dark around me. It took me long to adjust my view, that I was in a dark room with no windows. A foul smell flew through my nostrils where I find it disgusted and wrenched. Like Death itself was present beside me within the void. There I lay myself upon a wet floor that burns my skin. I felt a chill down my spine as I tried to sit. But my body aches as if all my bones were all broken. Or it may even been shattered. With all my might I lift up my head, and then my chest to a sitting view. The world spins, as I raise my head.  Thousand of swords pierced my weak body. I grit my teeth, and hold my voice within. My lungs drew heavy breath upon the hollow black void. 

Freed’s Heart...