Until it tried to consume me.
I used to be fascinated by the stormbirds.
Until they tried to take me away.
I used to love sleep and dreaming.
Until my dreams were invaded.
I used to enjoy the beauty of the woods.
Until the woods turned dark and aggressive.
I have always hated the spiders.
Now I only hate them more.
This is my story. It's become who I am.
Who was I before? If I only could remember.
What is my name? It is of no importance.
But for the sake of clarity, you may call me Afterwards.
I do think that perhaps you shouldn't be so overly dramatic.
ReplyDeleteYou come off as a bit too melancholic and nobody appreciates that.
And who are you to say that, destroyer of life? Judging by your demeanor, I'd say you don't appreciate much of anything.
DeleteI do hope Joy proves to be extremely problematic for you.
Zeak, that's easy for you to say when you comfortably work for the faceless one, your Owner. The rest of us running away from its skinny tentacle ass are living from tangle to tangle, struggle to struggle. You help your Owner spread this shit, and we have to live in it. Thanks a lot.
DeleteHello, Afterwards. That was a wonderful poem, I can relate, these things have a way of tearing your life inside-out and upside-down. And I like the background of your blog. Living a peaceful life with the stars, and then some big-ass eldritch singularity storms in and shits everywhere.
ReplyDeleteLet's see, I'm Sanna, I'm 16, and a runner, and having a slight loss of humanity crisis. Oh, but I'm still human. No multiple personalities, no magic, no I'm very normal. How about you?
Me? I am also what you would call a runner. I run from these things, and if I get the chance I fight them.
DeleteBut mostly... I'm just afraid.