The world knows you no longer... In fact, it never once knew you...

      Everyone is mortal, and mortals are humans, and humans ain't perfect in every single way. Not even the Gods. You can tell your lover how perfect they are but you know best how things work and that they are not perfect in every way. The fact is, nothing is perfect, the only closest is near perfection. Humans have many sights and perspective towards whatever they experience, there is no right and wrong but only ethical and unethical, moral and immoral values. Do not force them to believe in what you believe but only let them believe through their own will. If people do not listen, do not force them to listen, let them listen in their own will. If they do not heed to advise, do not force but let them accept with their own will. Through free-will only people could live on with ease and happiness without being tormented and tortured to follow the leader who is never was.
      A thought runs through his mind, that he could no longer continue living for others sake, he will lost his own nature if it is going to be that way for a long period to come. Losing the freedom to give him a chance to embark on something most people do not believe in, confiding in the feelings of others makes him cold towards his ownself, blaming himself for everything that had, has and soon to happen. Being there for people when he could but in the end he receive the cold shoulder and the bitter looks and sarcasm. Being look down upon, strip him off his confidence, as though he do not own the feeling of an ordinary human being. There he goes down on his knee for the people, was it worth it? What benefit you gain from them? It is time to move on, people come and go in life, throw the old and pick the new, start a fresh and rise up to a new level. How much longer can he hold on to it, not any longer he hope, burn the rope and give way to a fallen bridge, maintain the distant, walk away and never look back.
      Being around with people of his choice is the same choice being made by everyone. They do not want to be with people they do not want to be, that is norm from the beginning of time where homosapiens begin stomping the soil of earth. If people do not like a certain kind of humans, they can't expect everyone to think like them. He has his own choice, and his choice is made is solely in his hands of his own fate. Say the words he could not see, like in hell he cares. Draw the picture he could not see, like in dungholes he cares. It does not change who he is whichever side he is with, but only his silent thought remains constant of his own conscious.
      As silent as he could be in his recent days, an invisible barrier caught in between. He doubts the humans, he doubts those he use to trust. It does not seem like what he expected anymore. People change and yes that is how it works, humans are progressive creatures created to progress from one step to the other. The progression made either to be on the left or the right path, whichever it is chosen, nothing much he could do but to just sit, wait and watch. Still the eyes that he could see that shall remains for the rest of his life with eternity and beyond is the eyes of his true brother...\m/...

Rust in Pieces...

      When two worlds in a universe got torn between themselves. Living in contrast with each other, different beliefs and thoughts. What comes to you? A collision that cause a mass space eruption. He is torn between 2 beliefs just like a split personality, a reflection that does not reflect at all, like a devil on the left and an angel on the right. A desire to commit evil and sin, an urge to kill, to hurt people around him is what he intends for from deep within the core of his inner heart when he felt the rage building up upon him. When darkness just shed its skin on him, driven him to temptation to commit desecration on anyone he seems he should place his rage on. A sign of danger to those close to him, for those humans he shall deceive and deceit. Without any compassion and rational thought he just wants to commit evil as it satisfy his sadistic-like intentions.
      A tormented soul he possessed, that lay's unrest. Now he seeks for peace for his soul, to wash away the malevolent stains, he crave himself for spiritual enlightenment, to maintain a balance in soul. He needs to be saved for once not by anyone but by the words of wisdom and philosophy he shall engraved into his mind. A lesson from the unforgotten legend, start the path of a spiritual journey that shall lead him to a new light of darkness. The good darkness shall rise and no, he shall not rot in pieces, but rest through realization and enlightenment.

Denial fiend...out from the dark...

      After all this while, he realize what he truly wants, and whom he truly cares and adores. A period of denial and self-fulfilling prophecy that prophecized something which is not meant to be, something that never existed and never will. A delusion he kept within himself, disperse of into the crimson moonlight. Affirm of the his feelings, what more he do but just could not stop laying his eyes on the one who is far and yet so very far. A stint of absence of the presence which never fades at all, comes the clarion call into his weak mind, body and soul. The eyes met and theres no doubt from what his eyes absorb, the returning essence of what he felt centuries ago. Now come back forth, into his life where it leads him to another path, a path with eternal spots of lights, glimpse of hope and confident spreads itself around the core of his black heart. Leave the past behind, just another lesson to endure. Ahead comes marching an army of newly created hope. He who do not want to leave behind, he who will be there even how far he must be, just a watchful eyes is enough to give him the grace that had long forsaken him. A new beginning to an abrupt end, slowly he shall lift himself from the decaying land, he must not be stopped...