The Moonless Night

The Game of Survival No food or little food is what we get, Its been days, but not in sight yet. Predator or prey are what we are, If prey is what we chose we get hit with the bar. If predator is what we, choose then we get food, Prey have a chill when they see us take off our hood. Prey are weaklings but to be a predators is to be an animal, Why? You ask, do we fight for something this trivial, It is because this is the wild game of survival.

Balance! I struggle to be as jovial as I can be, But it all ends when I see The most horrific of sights, A sight that comes on the most moonless of nights. I see a familiar face, A face that makes everything a blurry haze. A face that has existed as long has I have on this Earth, It knows my every thought, It was with me since birth, It is driven on making me rot. A reflection this face is, One that is embedded with the devil's kiss. A creature driven on emotion, Just to make my destruction in motion. The creature say,"I know what you want, A challenge, a puzzle... anything to make your brain slant. My words you should heed, For I know what your mind desperately needs, Wreak havoc and from reality run away, And remodel your dead mind, For this is your kind, Your mind must be flayed." "If I refuse." "Then painful memories will be in use, Horrid memories you hid away, Shall no longer be hidden, nay!" "Give me the pa...

Ignorance 'What has't thee done, to this sacr'd landeth' Shouts a voice of reasoneth, alone.  Yet, th're lies nay response at handeth, Only blank nodding and a did shine Facade of und'rstanding, nothing honed, The stupidity of man lies in a vast flote, It keeps repeating, thee not seeth, Until we keepeth making the same mistakes, Thee dont learneth! Thee ruminate and then arguments art madeth, Then thee screameth thy und'rstanding, And silence oth'r with bett'r ideas did lay! Thou art beasts of ign'rance and wrath, Thee chooseth death ov'r consid'ration, And thou art supris'd about the future thee wrought!

Gems of Misfortune There lived an old woman. She always sat by her house’s windowsill and smiled as she saw the kids played outside. Ironically, old lady used to wear those dark glasses as she was blind. The glasses were as dark as a moonless night. She lived all by herself in her queer little house. It had a morose look. The house was dark and the trees around the house were all dried up, it didn’t have any flowers. The house was black in color due to all the dirt that had accumulated along the years. Most of the windows of the house were all covered up with wooden planks and the few that were not covered up looked like square openings It did not have any glass nor did it have any frame. No one knew that somebody was living there.. She was like a ghost in the society. People could not believe that a person could survive in such a hostile environment. The children in the neighborhood started to cook up stories about goblins and vampires living in that house.   ...