How do you view the world? Do you see it in colour, black and white, or red and black? Who are you listening to? You need to listen to this; there. Are you struggling to listen? Block everything out, if not, sit in a quiet, lock the door, make sure no one can get in. Are you listening? Listen to me. Don’t look away, look at me. Listen to me, hear me breathe, hear my heart, feel my skin; I am human, just like you. The monster? Where does it lie? Is it hungry? Did you forget to feed it? I sense it’s scratching under the layer of your thick scarred skin. You can’t fool people. They know. They know something is wrong with you. How can you get away with those cuts and bruises on your knuckles? No one believes your pathetic stories. They ignore those initials carved on your collarbone – you are nothing when you embed your hate into such a valuable asset. What makes you intriguing to others? You say charm? What a lie. A mask you wear, that stupid smile that wins the hearts of others. Fool. You are selfish. You are the debris that Hell kicks dust over when you’re stupid. Your heart is sewn to your wrist and chest, open, bare, easy for you and others to scratch and draw blood. Those bites of idiocy? Don’t kid yourself; you know who did it. Don’t ask me, ask yourself – work it out; a girl. Of course. Why would you lie? Why would you be so selfish? Pull through, pick yourself up.
 
You make out that you’re a hero, someone who fights gallantly to the death, when in all honesty, you are afraid – afraid of loss, death, humiliation and isolation. Is that your shield, the very barrier that she put against you? Would you have carved those words into your heart if it meant one wish? Focus. Don’t look away, do not stop. Listen. Don’t look at the wall, don’t look at the door. Focus. You call that a heart? Look at it. It’s rotting. It’s dying. Why do you insist on being so careless? Fix it, without the help of others. Focus. You are struggling now – pay attention. You are sane, stop fooling yourself – you are human. Collect those shattered pieces, finish your bloody masterpiece and bind yourself together.
 
Bind, bind and bind.

SourcedRemorses :
Yet again I am impressed as to what can be found on here. Thank you very much for sharing this- it is a pleasurable read. But grim- very grim. (in a good way)

I have read a few things like this recently- you should have a look at XxChaosxX stuff here as well- I found it very enjoyable.
I had a peek at your other thread's as well- they're just as good.
A question for you though :

What did you use for the artwork on your other threads?
Were they worked up from scratch?
Or where photo's used as a base when you put them through editing?

Or am I blind?
It doesn't matter which- they'll still look fantastic.

So welcome back SR- and nice to meet you.

I'm glad you've enjoyed my comeback threads :]

I shall actually have a look, I'm very interested by the strange and grim.

For my earlier artwork threads [A-Scene and Artist Technique if I recall] were digital manipulations, so I used Photoshop. My new threads are actually paintings of people I know - the one I keep painting is my girlfriend, haha. With the paintings though, I use a variety of acrylics, watercolours and pen, and I highly favour a painting technique called "scumbling", which I truly enjoy using.

Anyway, cheers and with time to come, more poems and artwork shall be posted. Nice meeting you too On3On

Hmm I'm interested in this new collection, the ambient will be really great. Hope it will be released on Vizzed Board soon. Good job with this prologue, man

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I very much enjoyed this piece. There is one small suggestion I would make, though: on the line "You are the debris that Hell kicks dust over when you’re stupid." I would take out the "when you're stupid" part. I think "You are the debris that Hell kicks dust over" gets the point across by itself. That is a wonderful line, by the way.

I did have one question. Is this the product of free writing? In other words, did you just sit down and start writing without really thinking too much about what you were writing? I know that sounds like I'm insulting the writing, but I'm truly not. Free writing can often bring about some of the best pieces of work. I only asked the question because I did a free writing session, and what you've written here has a similar tone and structure to my free writing.

Anyway, I really enjoyed reading this. My psych-oriented mind loves things like this. Keep it up.

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"you are afraid – afraid of loss, death, humiliation and isolation"

My favorite line in the entire piece. I'm curious as to what inspired it. It being the entire piece.

@XxChaosxX; Now that I say that line out loud, it's a bit of a mouthful, so I agree with your suggestion, haha. And yes it was out of free writing. But the irony is: I was thinking about a lot at the time. No, I like questions, suggestions and interpretations! :]
Haha, anyway, I'm glad your "psych-orientated mind loves" this little intro prose, cheers :]

@Legacyme3; The poem / prose animates in your imagination and interpretation - I believe that the readers can paint what might've inspired it.
However, I'm glad both of you enjoyed this prologue :]