Last dance
As the volume of the music gradually increases, silhouettes can be seen dancing gracefully in the darkness of the hall while singing against the wall. However, despite the fact that their faces are covered and the smiles on their faces are fake, they continue to dance as if it were the last night of their lives. You can almost physically feel your heart beating in time with the passionate steps that they are taking. Your surroundings are unclear, and neither your physical self nor your mental self are paying attention to what you are saying. Despite this, you dance alone once more. The atmosphere has taken on a chilly and oppressive quality all of a sudden. And there were two deep eyes staring back at you from in front of him, and his hair was as black as the night sky. When he bows to you, his hand is covered in glows, and he asks, "Would you care for one last dance?" with this icy but beautiful smile of his.
Your mind, just like your body, does not pay attention to what you say. They are acting in accordance with the directives of a third party. You dance once more, blending your bodies with his while placing your hand in his. Everyone is looking at you. His gaze draws you in and makes you smile. When done with extreme caution, the dance becomes no louder than a whisper. There is a pause in the steps. The silence in the world is almost deafening. You are crying now, and tears are running down your cheek. His hands, which were empty at this point, began to whip slowly. When his skin touches yours, your body remembers who you are but your senses run away. You must be completely spent. His smile relaxes you.
"You will now return to having no value whatsoever." He explained.
As the song draws to a close, your body abruptly transforms into a single rose petal. As mysterious as the night, but as enchanting as the sound of a soul's sigh as it leaves the body.
"We'll meet again, forever mine." And as those words move through eternity, everything that once existed has vanished. Going all the way back to the beginning.
Plot twist in the story : you are suddenly brought back to reality.
"Do you have time for one more dance before we call it a night?" I tell the snail that has been following me around for what seems like an eternity now.
Insane
It brings me no surprise that most men are allured with madness. They be but mortals. Sure, an occasional dip into its waters may be considered healthy. It should even be encouraged, I believe. But be careful with your dance with madness. Be sure to moor yourself in the banks, for it just might bring you your undoing.
Madness is a pill. An escape to all things worldly and a cure for all your worries. Coated with a sweet tinge of calmness and beauty, and enticing you with its placidity.
Peaceful and silent, there is no greater bliss.
But as you go deeper: slowly descending, just as serenity is starting to embrace, you will feel a slight tingle. An ominous feeling like ice running through your spine.
Inch by inch it ascends. Not abrupt, but gradual. Slowly taking its time, eating away pieces of your sanity, until it eventually entwines you completely.
You start to grow wary, as calmness becomes agitation, beauty transforms to horror, and placidity to chaos. You try to look up, struggling to swim away, and go back to the familiar cradles of sanity. But there is no light. You've fallen so deep you barely recognise the surface.
You can no longer distinguish up from down. You are lost.
You eventually give in as gravity pulls you under. Deeper. Dark and looming. Sinister.
Then deeper still.
In its core, a raging storm resonates. A fierce malevolence sucks you in as your being starts to implode. It takes over you like a violent revolution until you are yourself no longer. Bit by bit you are torn asunder and then you are nothing. A decrepit. A mere shadow of what once was. A shell. Forever lost.
Be careful with your dance with madness, for it just might bring you your undoing.
Truly, a tragedy for the sane.
Alas! Dive in if you will, conquer it all if you must. Savour the unrelenting turmoil from deep within. Embrace it entirely. Enjoy it bit by bit.
Madness is the culmination of all things. True, it can be fire and light; free, volatile and powerful. It brings out in you an ecstatic feeling of liberation and energy, making you feel omnipotent, maybe even immortal. But at the same time, it is darkness. Pitch black and deafening. It can consume you and drain you of all your vigour, as I said, until you are yourself no longer. And those demons that hide in that abyss start to creep up and usurp their way into your being. For we all have demons. And you are no longer anything but a shell.
There is a thin line defining the balance between the two. One wrong tip and you will lose yourself to that darkness. Keeping that balance is in itself herculean, like a man wearing stilettos walking through a tightrope. But it is a necessary task in order for you to go back, well, that is if you want to go back.
However, if you do manage to emerge, if you did will it and if you can, look at yourself in the mirror and stare deep into your eyes and ask yourself this: is that still you?
Who knows, maybe you did manage to succeed in your adventure and came out of it pristine and whole. Maybe you did manage to keep those demons deep within you at bay, and detained them far enough away from the surface.
Maybe you did. But then again, maybe not?
But rest easy and fear not, for you might not even be sane enough to care.
For we all have demons. And without realising it, maybe we have become one. Maybe we are.
Introvert heart
I want to say I love you But I wont...
'cause it's something that I don't do.
Probably because, I find it uncomfortable to bring those 3 words up
Or maybe because those 3 words are not enough
And those words are just ragged now
'Cause I mean those 3 words are more used than the word "Hello" these days.
& those who say it have a 95% chance that they don't actually mean it
If this is someone so special who's to be told something special,
then why would I use a phrase that has lost its special meaning?
So instead of saying it out loud with a mouth that might lie
Maybe I'll just look you awkwardly in the eye
Or maybe just give you my wimpy unapologetic smile
Anything to avoid mentioning those 3 words
And everything to let my heart do the speaking
'Cause this is introvert love! The kind of love that manifests in loss of words
Kind of love that cant be explained through a sentence
But if you'll listen with your heart instead of hearing with your ears
Then you might find my million ways of saying "I love you" hidden in the silence.
I want to say I love you but i think it would not suffice
So maybe I'll just resort to the poems that I write;
A whole universe created for the sole purpose of adoring you... POETICALLY.
Where every word is a star, every punctuation is a moon,
And verses are the galaxies.
But in second thought, I doubt if i'll show it to you
'Cause I know you're not into poetry neither astronomy.
And It's better to just leave it there, my poems left unspoken forever
At least It cant go wrong 'cause we rather stay this way
than end up being strangers
'Cause this is introvert love!
Creating masterpieces through supressed emotions
A kind of love more poetic than any poetry in motion
A kind of love that is calm and sound on the surface
But burns savagely inside with passion.
So understand that just because I dont wear my heart on my sleeves
It doesnt necessarily means that it beats any softer for you
'Cause this is introvert love my extrovert dear
It might be subtle and not obvious But it is certainly real
@Moonie