Fury towards a Wall

    I'm angry.
    Why are you angry?
    I don't know.
    You do know why you're angry.
    Because I don't get what I want.
    So's the guy who's struggling to make money for his starving family.
    That has nothing to do with this.
    But when you look at it that way, what you want and what he wants, it's about the same.
    What are you saying?
    What I'm saying is for you to suck it up.
    Easy for you to say.
    You're just being a cry baby who cries when he doesn't get his candy.
    It's a good candy.
    Still a candy.
    You don't know what it feels like.
    I don't care.
    Shut up.
    Suck it up and stop crying, cry baby.
    I said, SHUT UP.
    ...

Demons Inside

  

This is the images that flash through my eyes as I listen to that^. Not for the weak hearted. Sorry.
   The sea foam rolls on the short beach, pulled by the current, pushed by the waves.  The golden sand reflects the dawning sun's lights, making mirages over eyes. The blue skies speckled with glittering morning stars, it's radiant colour calms the souls. Over the edge of a bridge, a pair of eyes see back its reflections. The eyes' black irises look back into it's own mirrors. The sleepless nights made dark rings around them, with small veins contrasts the yellowing whites of the eyeball.

    The sun climbs a little bit more. There was nobody else anywhere. The piers creak slowly and the waves climb over the beach. Yet, the head of the person were nothing but quiet, voices inside ask questions, answer back and argue over decisions. The face contorts to keep them quiet. Long has it been since the voices grow quiet. Mirrors of the soul mirror themselves into endless blackness.

    The sun climbs still. Footsteps heard on the wooden pier. Yet none stopped. How could they? Their voices were whispers in his ears, echoing in his brain. Soundless noises of amalgam voices. They die in the ears.

     Another person paused at the piers. Looked over the edges and sobs surface. Tears over the eyes bubble up and flow over the face. The hands cupped to keep the mouth from more than sobs. Yet, the tears flow freely down, like a loose dam. Cries grit the teeth. A name reached them.

    The black eyes look up and see the other. Yet, only those eyes can see the other. How can the other ever truly see something that cannot be seen? The voices hushed. Only a name was said, over and over again. The legs try to pull the body up, yet they do not budge. If they only can. The other's cries pierce the ears, stings the heart. Yet it is too late.

    Another approaches the other. Consoled the shoulders. They nervously shudder more and more. Until it cannot hold the pressure inside. Yet those black eyes can only look. Full of sorrow and regrets. Amendments reach the mouth. Yet it is too late.

    The eyes look over the pier. Mirrors of the soul mirror themselves into endless blackness. The sun reaches the end and dusk reached out.

    Some miles from there. A stone with engraving. The name of the person and dates. It has only been some weeks since the last date. The soil was fresh compared to the others. The body inside decomposes slowly.

    The legs can never budge. A large stone was tied to it. The eyes can never remove the sights from the foams, the reflections. Sky would not accept, and the soil spouts back, and the sea touches not the skin. The black eyes can only wait for the world to end. Regrets filled them. Yet it is too late.

    For the living, never give up hope. For the dead, may they reach peace one day.