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by GFX I hide in the shadows with darkness to wrap me up and keep me warm lest light should force my hand before I'm ready to reveal the horror inside. I fear the power inside for it is loosely bound and barely in check. What if the bonds should slip? Is the world ready? by GFX I am perched on the balcony meerly because it is there. The view revealed from my perch fills me with sorrow. I cast a glance upon self-pity but she shows me no lust for the life she leads; I look away. I look for Hope but my eyes settle on guilt and he does not notice. He's too wrapped up in self-pity to notice deliverance is upon him; I look away. Hope embraces me suddenly; had I looked just beyond I would have seen her approach but fate is never kind enough to let all things show. The warmth of hope forces loneliness away into the cold shadows of despair. Hope blinds me but I am content to just perch. Ignorance plays an unseen hand and everything else fades; I look back but there is nothing there. I fell from my perch yet death did not care to greet me. Darkness embraced my journey to places unknown while cold kissed my very sole. Madness played the strings of my sanity as I fell. Imagination caught hold of me before Madness could trace her wayward path through the streams of my consciousness. I am no longer falling for I am perched on imaginations' ledge. Safety blinds me to the perils of imaginations caress. I am content to await the new dawn. by GFX The colour is lost, taken from sight to languish in a darkened room. Nothing is clear and no one really knows why it resides here or when the brightness shall once again come to the fore. Everything has a cycle and if you can watch long enough, once again, you will experience the sparkle that did permeate every pore, every fibre. Distance doesn�t make sense but time can. Patience is the key to unlocking the hidden vibrancy of life overshadowed by the pains of the long, long way to Tipperary. by GFX The scream could be heard for over a mile before his jugular was ripped from its natural home in his throat and carelessly cast aside to allow another slashing swipe. The frenzied attack lasted another minute before the creature grew bored and stopped as suddenly as it had pounced. The shadows receded as the Huge mass of darkness turned and left. Light had never been so ill placed as it now revealed what had been left of this luckless sole by the mysterious creature. Blood lay thick and dark splashed about like paint on the canvas of a most passionate artist. Entrails and flesh and bone had fallen to rest in a random pattern of despair and most of one eye seemed to crown it all as if to say here I stood as horror fell upon me. Slowly the sounds of night rose from the depths of silence until the incident barely minutes old seemed forgotten to its surroundings. All too soon a new audience would arrive, attracted by the scent of fresh decay, each one bent on living off this new death that had been presented so haphazardly near their vicinity. By GFX I am red. Hiding from something I cannot see, yet feel. Cut my heart out for it aught to be elsewhere. Not rotting in a pit of despair. Cast it to the throng to pass judgment and carry out sentence; isolation be the punishment. I am red. by GFX It was raining. Doesn't every story start that way? Well, not this one baby, I don't think the sun could have been shining any brighter on this day. In fact I reckon I'd been out in it for about 20 minutes too long by now for the strength it had that day. Definitely a factor 12 type of day and if you think that's a bit low for the kind of day I'm describing then that's because I have quite dark skin. Not the deepest, darkest African stuff but it is quite dark, probably as far as Northern Mediterranean dark. I knew I�d been out here in this god-forsaken heat too long because I�d started to hallucinate. My first love, Shelly, would never wear that colour of dress let alone be standing there sporting a pair of sandals. She still looked good though. She had, what I described as, a timeless beauty and her deep, rich, coffee brown eyes still captivated me, even today. I projected a weary smile and managed to wave before collapsing at her feet. |
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