allen-the-alien

why do i need this? why did i need this? do i really have a purpose, in the world of pointless? i'm here, haven't i? why did i come here all of a sudden? thought i just saw something, what was is it that i saw there? why do i light this? why did i light this? do i had to breath, to reach the point of good spirits? why do i believe? what do i believe? why don't you whisper, and make my consciousness awake? why do i feel? what is this feeling? as if both sides are struggling, one of me falling... why do i think this? what is there to think? full of mind tricks and yet, do i really need the thinking? in a blink of some fo

The darkness came quickly and swiftly. We did not expected her but the darkness came. Her presence was felt by all of us. The floor, the chair, the books, the lamp and the piano... Her touch made us weaker and dustier. We were all by ourselves, and being embraced by the darkness. As the days passed by, we felt calmer by the each passing day. Then one day, the door opened to let you inside to our little room. You were frightened by the darkness, but as always she held your hand, just as she held ours. You were just a mere child, when you entered that door. When she first held you. As you came closer to the piano, your eyes became to change. I

Opened my eyes. Seen the true horror there, just beside my lifeless body. Death is there, no life in this room, not anymore. I still can not believe that you are responsible for this. I can not look at this any longer. I close my eyes. Just wanting to forget all of this. Then your smell. I can feel that, what a relief. I open my eyes again, and there was you, just you. Smiling as always. Hoping that this memory won't ever leaves me. Then your hand touches my face, my eyes. Closing them, just like a mother who does that when she wants to protect her child from a horrible scene. Then your smell vanishes. My eyes opens, and faces the gates of h

I can not decide how this should be. My mind is a blur. Recently woke up from the dream. Can not be sure if I woke up or not. I told you, there is only the blur. Every thing in our universe has an opposite. No exceptions. Dream and reality, and in between there is something and I think I'm there. You put me there, don't exactly know why you did it, but you did. I don't want to think that you left me there all alone. From the rare things that I have, hope is one of them. You had your purpose, I don't necessarily understand it. In this blur there is the chaos, embedded by dream and reality. Chaos is the rarest thing that can be seen outside o

When the living dead meets someone that changes himself, things becomes to differ for the living dead. As he starts to feel her, smell her, kiss her, his decayed body reacts to these events. The disgusting look of the living dead starts to disappear with the resurrection of his new cells. He starts to feel the warmth in his heart. Then he realizes that he has a heart. He tries to show the same things to her, but he doesn't know what to do. Time passes by and the living dead thinks he is getting closer to become a living man. He is happy about the new feelings that he has and his look that don't scare anyone. But he forgets about the one thing

All flesh decays eventually. Most happen when someone’s hearth stops beating. Some start to decay before that. It’s a low possibility that someone starts dying although he is living his life. This rare thing starts happening after so vital happens but when he hasn’t done the thing he wanted to do so badly. Being a living dead.. It is a tormented life. Not being able to touch or smell or feel her. Just see her barely and talk briefly each and every time he ran into her. There is always a girl who is the obedience of the living dead. She is the one that kills him but fails each time she talks to the living dead. Each and every