meowdorky

Arthur was a fair man, with a head of thick hair and almost features of taste although they were marred by a permanent scowl. He was a friendly enough man, as many told him until he took it to be a fact and he stood tall and walked with pride. He did however have a dark and sinister side, a side that he kept under a tight leash, he let it out occasionally like a dog chained to a stump, who bided its time and savored the freedom. It knew the time would come when Arthur would be chained and it would reign with its face, it was Arthur as well as its individual self. However they were so different that to call both Arthur and the same, was folly

Rough red, Pale gossamer blue Ambivalent green Robust brown Colors trailing away to a pale regard As a haze of gray, takes over the colors of the world 'Till are there is gray sorrow, and its shadows Twine together into one Welcome to my world, with no colors And hardly a sound is made

I clench my fists tightly, marking the flesh on my palms with pale crescents that slowly turn to red, as another wave of agony hits at the thought of her. Fucking Her, every time I close my eyes images of her swim on by, times we spent together, things she showed me, shows, books, music, games, my life has been impacted. I can’t get her out the thought slides across my mind breaking self into razor shards of crackling glass. What will I do? I grimace as another wave of agony rolls through me originating from my heart. I tear off my shirt as fast as humanly possible without tearing the fabric.    Looking down my pale torso I see the f