288th Post

Lounging on the sofa.

With a puppet on the strings.
Brooding.

Oh how low some mortals have fallen.
The devil takes pride in those.

But i despise them.
For they are nothing but mortals.
Having the tongue of the devil.

I wish i can just take a knife.
And slice it out.

But ironically.
The devil's tongue exists in all of us.
Be it mortal or blood drinker.

No matter how hard i try.
I cannot get rid of the devil's tongue.

So i am left with the option of silence.

For some things are best left unsaid.
Out of fear of causing pain.
Or misunderstanding.

In silence.
I do not find the need to explain.

In silence.
I find comfort.

In silence.
I find another friend.

Solitude.

In silence.
I do not fear hurting others.
Apart from myself.

In silence.
I shall disappear into the shadows.
Never to be seen by others.

Brooding.
Watching.