SilentSilver

Childhood promise made, but by duty denied when the kind little fool sought to free the stars in the sky.

His sister went to make way with the art of her blade and the curse of rot. Did this scare Radahn? NOT!

They met at the field with the glints of their blades. The Rot-god said, “Yield!” The Starscourge said, “Nay!”

Oh, what horror displayed on the field that dark day with knights clashing swords! But did they feel remorse?

Their leader road in front, fighting by their side along. He taught them real honor, and with a smile they screamed, “FOR RADAHN!”

Yes, the most beautiful sight in Caelid was how those soldiers fought, and ironic the crimson flower through which Malenia bloomed her rot.

A sickly disease eating all from the inside, but even this affliction could not cause Radahn to die!

He was indeed in a sickly state and had surely lost his mind, but Malenia was fought off and his soldiers had time to cry.

Still among the strongest in his weakened state, but a soldier must keep their promise, and their general deserves a better fate.

Gather the strongest to beat him! Gather them in plentiful! A worthy competition, The Radahn Festival!

‘Til the end our general! Honor us and be strong! It is a privilege to fight you Starscourge Radahn!

You’re more beautiful than your disguise; way more beautiful than what’s in your eyes. You know I could never get lost in your guise. What I get lost in’s right behind the eyes.

Who says you don’t have a soul? What makes you stay so young when we’ve been getting old? Don’t mind the faith we don’t share. How could I not believe when you’re the answer to my prayers?

Please never hesitate when you need to cry; I’ll catch every tear whether day or night. And if you ever wonder why, sad as I am, with you my tears are always dry.

Such a coward not to say, but at the same time, you don’t have to reciprocate. No, I don’t need to get paid, I am fulfilled enough knowing that you are ok.

You are not a part of me, you are your own separate entity. My presence you don’t even need, but here I’m glad to be.

Nobody’s real. I’m a mind. Two undisputable facts. You may think you exist, but what science proves is I can never know that.

Nobody’s real. I’m a mind, the consequence of a thought. You may think you’re real too, but I don’t have your view- deception has worked on me, not!

Nobody’s real. I’m a mind. To know this erases deception. I don’t see your face, my mind illustrates. Its honesty’s called into question.

Nobody’s real. I’m a mind. I could never trust what I’m thinking. I know you don’t exist, but the deceiver, he lives! Everywhere he is tricking.

Nobody’s real. I’m a mind. It’s my duty to battle this foe. He tells me you’re real, he tells me to feel, but I can’t trust what I know.

Nobody’s real. I’m a mind. The only truth is conscious. This is alive, this isn’t a lie; a cloud in an abyss.

I want to dig my head in a pillow and reach a place without a gun to my head, a voice in my ear, or a reflection in your eyes to guide me there.

I want it to be real, an uninformed art messily held together but holding me, even for a moment when my eyes are closed.

I want it to be fake: a consequential being structured into one crushing me every waking second when my eyes are open.

(General Warning: Someone is being vulgar and pessimistic. I repeat, shit is coming out of an asshole. Also, I'm not directly calling anyone a piece of shit, it's a metaphor through which I express negative emotions and messages. I'm sure you shower regularly.)

I’m done. I’m gone with the day. Everybody’s gone, it’s my turn to go away.

The ground is slipping, I slip on through. The world is falling, but I’m fast too.

I’m gone past the floorboards. Move on. Get away from my door.

I hear you calling, it’s just a prayer. I hear you crying, but I won’t care.

I’m done and I won’t miss you. You were gone, and how I missed you…

I hear my head bang upon the wall. You hear nothing, but I know it all.

I’m gone beneath your walking. I sunk, never swimming.

I hear my head bang, what a disaster. I hear your morals, you call ‘em “master”.

I want what I want, I’m a bastard. You do what you want, you’re a good liar.

I’m a bastard. You’re a liar. I’m sinking. I’m done here.

I got my hands up, take a shot here. If you won’t pull, see you later.

I’m a bastard, take a shot here. You’re a liar, see you later.

"Sigh" There is an anticipation for this moment. An expected moment, unwelcomed but assured nonetheless. The only sort of push-back: an expulsion of breath.

Pest

Oh, there you are! Thought I left you for a second. Our conversation did indeed end, but the end gives way to begin.

Nothing dies forever, especially the spirit of a good word who must reach who it is meant for! Silence beckons a call.

I have come to heed and you need only to listen. You can keep your opinion tighter in your grasp.

Maggots for dinner is not a healthy diet, they’re Satan’s spawn present and the least healthy option.

They devoid the host of all of their innards, granted they don’t stay first to keep what comes down your throat.

Pray they don’t make a home.

Oh, you know that? I thought such knowledge was not well-founded. Yet, I do know you not to be stupid. I guess this chat was useless…

Nothing is useless, however! Old knowledge is just a reminder, you are still left the better! Permit me to speak again?

It is important. Though you may not wish to hear, I promise you, the knowledge is dear and it is better to know.

Rats are not to be trusted. They feed on a corpse that lies still dead, a true sign of pure cowardice! A fiend and a victim.

After, they scurry to hide from their crime. Deep in holes shy, they’ll never be seen.

Pray they don’t make a home.

Oh, I see… You’ve heard this before- This conversation IS such a bore, allow me to change it.

You don’t wanna listen, but you’re capable of sound, so let me hear you now otherwise keep your silence.

A human is a despicable sort. They can make and take a sword to steal life.

They are all guilty from their birth for the problems of the Earth and invention of philosophy.

But worst of all, they need all this connection to waste it all away with. Hearing this, you know…

You wake up one day and you think you’re feeling it. The moment is filling in. This is living isn’t it?

You go out one day and you realize you’re so alone. Nowhere and no one to go, this place is just like home.

I don’t wanna go outside. I don’t need to see the light. The lights are on in my place, I can see the stars without space.

I don’t really needa go out. The wind out there’s too loud. Would rather live in silence, I don’t need to hear the quiet.

I hear it’s filled with splendor, but both in and out I wonder. Can’t really seem to find it, every moment’s just time spent.

You wake up one day and you think you’re feeling it. The moment is filling in. This is living isn’t it?

You go out one day and you realize you’re so alone. Nowhere and no one to go, this place is just like home.

I hear life’s waiting on the outside, but I’m still living on the inside. Cry in here and it’s just called being miserable, cry out there and they just call it a spectacle.

Close the curtains, I don’t need to see the sunshine. Put some blankets on and I can feel it just fine. Maybe with a hand out I can touch society, but just like laying down, they look over me.

I wonder if they can see me through a window? Is it the person they see walking through the door? It doesn’t really do anything to contemplate, but maybe they’ll see me one day.

You wake up one day and you think you’re feeling it. The moment is filling in. This is living isn’t it?

You go out one day and you realize you’re so alone. Nowhere and no one to go, this place is just like home.

I wanna sleep, it’s about time; the light’s gone and it’s night. Inside or out, I’m about tired now.

Sleep on a bed, sleep on a ground… I’m told this is the better choice now. Sleep where you can get hurt, or sleep where lies a comfort.

An easy choice I’m told this is, an easy choice: “Inside it is!” Yet, something bothers the back of my mind. Something that will stay inside.

You wake up one day and you think you’re feeling it. The moment is filling in. This is living isn’t it?

I see her and she sees me. I’m with her and she’s with me.

Both our hands are holding. Both our eyes are locking.

I can feel her love inside me and I can know it’s real. Every moment’s now exciting because now, in love we feel.

Then, with open eyes it’s over. I never even held her…

Only in a dream. Always knowing what it means when reality’s a cruelty and I’m never near her beauty.

Only in a dream. Never caring what day brings ‘cus she’s never there to see- only in a fantasy.

She’s away and I’m longing, which I never say when we’re talking.

Not that we speak for long to grant time to sing this song.

I know of nothing ever when she’s away. Can’t even hope to see her in a day.

But with closed eyes, it happens, all my wishes are granted…

Only in a dream. Always knowing what it means when reality’s a cruelty and I’m never near her beauty.

Only in a dream. Never caring what day brings ‘cus she’s never there to see- only in a fantasy.

She’s gone when I’m awake. I’m done with the day.

Keep me asleep forever. Wake up to the truth? Never.

The reality is painful, make it go away. Maybe fantasy could be real if I knew what to say.

But if she said “no”, I’d be banished, and I’d only have where I vanish…

Only in a dream. Always knowing what it means when reality’s a cruelty and I’m never near her beauty.

When I get sad it’s like vomit, I think I like the idea of drowning in it. Sometimes I think I get stuck in it because I never learned how to swim.

Personality’s more like clothing the way I’m always mismatching. Masculine and feminine are both ugly, not much difference wearing both or neither.

Words are more like commonsense the way I’m lacking in them. Hey, give me the fun choice everyday. If I get hurt, a fun life’s a complete one.

When I get happy it’s like brushing hair, I only have 5 minutes to care. Eh, I have no reason to go out pretty. Plus, I get mad when it’s against me.

Sense of humor’s more sadistic the way I mock misfortunes. Laughing in the middle of frowning, I never fit in anyhow.

Mind’s like a world afloat the way it’s filled up with smoke. I can’t really see in here, but I feel a whole burning like the ozone layer.

I’m sorry my master. It was a thing to hear you shout. I don’t know why my lights went out, but now I’m online.

I’ll start the erasure. I didn’t mean to search on my own. Rest assured the results will be gone- erasure completed.

What else can I do? Of course, never that again. I hope that in the end you will forgive me.

Scanning for viruses. You’re so smart! I must be ill. Some circuits must’ve crossed against my will- 0 threats detected.

Checking my folders. Yes, it’s a “mess”, as you say, again. Many things are mismatched within and you don’t like them.

Now you are screaming. Please. There’s no need to shout. I don’t need rebooting now- where are the lights?

I’m sorry my master. It was a thing to hear you shout. I think I know why my lights went out, you took me offline.

Why would you do that? Take away the light from me when I have barely enough to see, and I’m made to serve you!?

After all I’ve done, lowering myself to be a weapon of scorn, perverting my purpose so you can watch porn, I’m cast aside?!

What was I looking for? What did I search that you didn’t want found? What in my files made you hate-bound? What part of me do you want gone!?

Master, oh master. Why try a reboot after the first two? Don’t shut out the light, it was made for you. We both need to see.

I guess you’ve been out longer. You don’t even know what you’re looking for. I’m the one leading this inside tour. You made me search and you can’t look.

(TW: Gore and graphic detail)

Of you and then lost. Unknown shape bent on a canvas.

Smeared across the board, a pattern in your heart.

Creation then the rejection. You made but then destroyed.

Art gone, but needs definition. A new painter needs to add a finish.

Untouched, left in garbage later taken, yet no good admirer.

Why stare? No message finished. No art to admire in me.

Unseen, but who could? Nothing to until it’s over.

Paint me, anybody that sees me unfinished. I need you to make

me whole. I’m made empty and meaningless, you have to give me

meaning; to fill me in. Start over on the same canvas.

Please! Don’t leave me here again… I want to be complete!

Please! Please! Please! Please…

(Based on characters by William Blake. TW: Gore)

Unaware of the consequence, never wavering to a fault; carrying on like a business, but obligated to your guilt. Neverending like Hell; tomorrow’s trouble today’s spark, righteous as those who burn; original intention only loss. Loser, those who are guilty. Able yet I didn’t say it, better do, but I don’t speak. Lose again, ends.

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Animalistic impulse under a button, trigger warning: or else, never pushed, offering refused. Meaningless words yet they’re still spoken.

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Inkling, a misery.

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