I'm traveling far,
as far as my mind can take me.
Running from a dream,
a specter, or maybe a memory.
As far as I run, the mirage
catches up with me,
drowning me, suffocating
under every fake what-if.
Somewhere, far, far away.
Mesmerized, perhaps, but at peace.
Where life is perfect and
peaceful, enriching.
As far as I can imagine,
and beautifully perfect in every way.
Embracing the phantom,
savoring peace within the self.
But perhaps, all of this
is just within a dream.
Liar's Game -- Chapter 1.3 by Nghts1lk3r, literature
Literature
Liar's Game -- Chapter 1.3
Detective Erik Larsson frowned as he gestured madly in an attempt to convince his partner, one Detective Shaun Handeley, to hurry the hell up with his morning coffee and get down to the station. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what all the fuss was about. The news was already filled with pictures of the crime scene, being filmed live as the coroner removed the body.
Erik had been the first detective on-scene, and so the entire cluster-fuck had landed squarely in his lap. It'd been half an hour since the body was discovered, but at least he had ID'ed the victim.
The picture in the folder was a mug shot, taken about 6 months a
In there, that foreign world,
only intelligence matters,
the funny person is king,
and thoughts are currency.
Where everyone is only as
informed as they choose,
and art is loved regardless
of who the artist loves.
Where the real world doesn't exist;
where people can be as happy
as they choose to be,
through a computer screen.
Even if our bodies fail,
and we slowly rot away,
leaving nothing but bones,
we can live forever.
Hello. This is the voice inside.
I return again, with one question:
Who are your demons?
Am I something you try to hide,
like the other skeletons
you keep secreted and locked away?
Or am I something you show,
and try to downplay, just like
everything else in your life?
No wonder you got demons,
because everything you ever did
will be coming back around.
A heart made of stone,
left calloused and alone.
Watch as I tear it out,
and crush it beneath my heel.
If only the stars would align,
give me something to scream about,
while I take a knife and carve out
that thing most people call emotion.
Don't worry, it's not like I
really needed it anyway, that
dead and rotting thing inside
my brain like a form of cancer.
Sometimes, I forget exactly why
I want to destroy everything.
Then reality sets back in,
and I go back to what I used to be.