The prosecutor looked upon the young withered man - whose head hung low in humility and shame- with an expression seemingly aware that his actions were to be rightfully judged.
A lack of any compassion and a sense of underlaying mocking were in the clear tone in which the demon joyfully spoke:
"You shall be tortured, spending an indefinite amount of time feeling the acid on your skin slowly burning through to your organs - searingly and without even a hint of mercy - as your fragile frame tears you apart and by the dark prince of the underworld, you will completely disappear into the nothingness of which you came."
The man gazed back at Lucifer, admitting his defeat but not quite prepared to permanately leave the life he somehow had already left.
“Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm. ”
torsdag den 14. april 2011
torsdag den 17. marts 2011
Daffodil
The little mirror in his hand - strong and firm - it challenges him:
"Look at me. Look only for a second, only for a moment, a single blink will do, your lonesome shall be no more and all sorrows will be through."
He knows far too well what the mirror spoke was untrue and when his gaze finds the golden frame - it's beauty striking and it's design exceptional - the promises are the still same, yet he can not dare to see his own faded reflection in the comfortably kept glass. The clenching feeling in his abdomen causes a split moment of reconsideration, before he finally releases the golden mirror from his grasp, watching as it falls between the slick long sun-coloured flowers. It will return.
"Look at me. Look only for a second, only for a moment, a single blink will do, your lonesome shall be no more and all sorrows will be through."
He knows far too well what the mirror spoke was untrue and when his gaze finds the golden frame - it's beauty striking and it's design exceptional - the promises are the still same, yet he can not dare to see his own faded reflection in the comfortably kept glass. The clenching feeling in his abdomen causes a split moment of reconsideration, before he finally releases the golden mirror from his grasp, watching as it falls between the slick long sun-coloured flowers. It will return.
fredag den 11. marts 2011
torsdag den 3. marts 2011
Icecream - I scream
I crave,- I want it all. I lust,- I need it desperately. I starve,- I want anything but the want.
It's too much and never enough.
It's too much and never enough.
fredag den 26. november 2010
Seasonal experiences
Observing the treacherous white snow, as it yet again masquerades like our most welcome friend, a friend whose beauty blinds us with a sense of comfort, concealing the painful reality beneath the deceiving veil, blatantly and unremorsefully hiding the true colours of our city.
lørdag den 25. september 2010
Hello there, Bloggy.
*waves* I'm sure I will have an excellent time, laying out all of my deepest and most shitty intelligent thoughts on you. So open wide baby, 'cause here I go.
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