Crimson Veil

It is often said that many people change over their lives from innocent youths into strange, violent, psychopathic individuals. This process makes this person stand out from the rest to be a victim of society, cursed to behave in a certain way.

As one of my favourite fictional characters Eric Draven once said, “Victims, aren’t we all”. In that one line, he spoke of the fact that no matter what we do in life, our souls will always be cursed in one way or another. It is in seeking absolution of that curse that we find the true essence of ourselves. Eric became an angel of vengeance for someone he loved the most in the world and to that point he put on his mask of virtue. His true self. Such a mask is something we all hold inside us.

The caterpillars that were once normal, that were once content with the world finally molt, becoming magnificent butterflies that shine in the light. To many this change is gradual, but to those who have always known they were butterflies, this is reality.

Victims only stay victims if they choose to suffer in silence, butterflies flap their wings, make a lot of noise and bring about changes in others with their beauty and strength. These type of people are beautiful to witness flourishing in such a backwards world.

A candle is only lit once, but should always burn twice as bright. :) 

I’m waiting, waiting on the side of the road

You all see me there, good old reliable me

Good for chat, good for a giggle, good for spending waking moments with

Good times for all

I’ll admit, I enjoy the company

Lonely times can indeed be the hardest to endure

It makes me happy to have such dedicated eyes looking my way

Never judging, but listening intently to words I long to say

For all my words though, the stories you tell and the pictures you create

They bring satisfaction to a life once lost

Through the good times and the bad, stories will always be told

And good old reliable me will always listen

But then I notice the paths, one to darkness, one to light

Temptation pulls me towards both, their grips on such a soul hard to pull away from

No, no. I want my own light, my own darkness. It has made me who I am.

Please! Don’t take them from me! Not now!

The paths don’t listen though and with all their strength and will pull me further

Until I’m on the verge of walking along them without ever stopping

One last glimpse to those who have made me happy, and I fall. Out of sight.

I have chosen this, and I shall live with the consequences.

Oh, how the winter nights fall,

Swiftly and without delay,

She, who sees me, content in all

I smile and she runs away,

Stop I shout, not wanting her to leave

But still she runs, unrelenting in her escape

My feet begin to ache, her pace not easily achieved

Soon she is gone, and I beaten down by fate

Grasping at the scene, her trail now fading

Why must you leave? My soul, it’s heart, now suddenly breaking

Like the snowflakes that fall, gently to the ground

You come and go as if we seem profound,

Such beauty is fleeting, such grace unrelenting

Every touch of pure freezing, is met with a warmth neverending

So to you, my love, my angel, my light

Please return again, and keep me in sight

I crave your affection, your love is so dear

Please don’t make me wait, so long is my year.