literature

Alter Ego

Deviation Actions

Laspiz's avatar
By
Published:
60 Views

Literature Text

To Joy, With Joy.


A flame and a knight. Dragon with green scales, nymph with red locks. Freckles of sun and an evil, mischievous look, warmed only by hate, can be seen inside the nothing.
Armor, heavy, but unbreakable, internal thorns rip apart your flesh and make of two only one thing. Bloody cold hands symbol of war, search warmth.
Look around, tired warrior, for what you fought?
Lifeless eyes, grey faces, absent features. Ghosts. Houses, lights and..oh, my Moon, you don’t have essence. Sun, you no longer give warmth. And the hands, cold, search some heat.
You who are armor, nymph, dragon, knight, flame… become home. Home, a battered one, rotten, but warm and someway, embrace. The hands warm up, now, tired warrior, you can sleep. Someone else will fight on your spot.
But your purpose, warrior, is it noble?
The time goes by, you are still sleeping and everything stays still. From this home you still aren’t leaving.
There are no windows, you don’t want them. Outside it’s winter, and the grey fog scares you. How much time it’s passed by from when you’ve really seen a face? When was the last time you’ve touched skin and felt  warmth? From when this battered house it’s  the only place where you can exist?
Escape warrior,run, you’re rotting! The mould, you see, half of your face it’s already gone, you don’t have a face now, you don’t know who you are. Run, warrior, go away from here, or you’re going to fall asleep, again and again. Remain  vigilant, it’s not the end yet.
But it’s going to be cold outside, your hands will suffer.
No, go warrior, don’t postpone. It’s hot, you see? Spring has come.
Unique faces look at you, some are even stretching their lips.
It’s a smile, return it, force yourself. Tired? No, it’s too early to return home.
The fog it’s gone, the sky it’s blue, some clouds. Warmth, the Sun it’s working again.
You’re crying? What kind of pointless warrior are you?
The night it’s coming, find a shelter.
It’s cold warrior, come back home!
Where is home?
Oh, lost warrior, search! Left, right, where are you now?
Stupid warrior, now you’re alone and without a roof above your head. It’s raining... You’re not going to cry? You never had to go out, ungrateful warrior. Remain alone now, get a hold of yourself. Little girl, aren’t you a warrior? Tomorrow the Sun will warm you up, until then, you’re allowed, you can cry.
(English isn't my first language if there are some grammatical errors please let me know)
This is the first of what I hope it's going to be a series of my alter ego's stories.
#human #thoughts #depression #alterego #alter #ego #life #death #struggle #warrior
© 2016 - 2024 Laspiz
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In