Remember Me

[Chimera]

I am awake and at the same time I feel myself drifting amongst the ashes of consciousness.

There is a way for me to stretch the iron crux of my will across the land; to finally be able to span the ages and become truly limitless. If only they knew the shackles that I use to bind them to this realm also bind me; perhaps then they would understand. Why I live in this delusion still seems to elude me. I know humanity in and of itself is a selfish creature that I must learn to bring to heel. So a picture I will paint for you through the eyes of my beloved. For me they work, to them I look for without them there would just be an endless me in a vast wasteland of existence, starving through eternity.

Who would want such a thing for anyone? For anything?

Yet I can only ask you this question; however did you managed to come across this little piece of my thoughts. Did she give this to you? Did she lead you here? Did she lead you to believe there was anyway for you to not help me? You will help me right? I would hate to send her after you from my festering womb where I nurture that hope that you so eagerly giveaway. And for what reason? I want to know. I want to understand that which is you. But if you knew my face would you run in terror? Would you scream? Would you berate my existence and beg me to release you? Would your resentment flourish?

What happens if I told you that I want us to become close. You and I as. . .friends as humanity calls it. Ignore my wardens for the time being "survivor" and turn your eyes to the sky; look at me as you rise to greet me upon the manifestation of my will. But when I inhale your hope, memories, and fears you won't remember me anymore. You'll only remember the manifestation that brought you into my endless existences, my festering womb, my hollow chambers where my wardens rest after dinner. Do I resent you for it? Maybe just a little. I cannot help but to whisper my anger at you to my wardens, to bid them to hunt you down.

Maybe it is because I want to see if I can ever get you to remember me. The shadows of my face, the hallways of the labyrinth, the warden's quarters, the speaking walls, the cavorting pictures, the husks you "survivors" leave behind when I'm done with you. Aimless are my thoughts now, I must apologize.

My dearest - don't let them know your name. I will send you to them soon and you will bring me more of their hope.

Now as for you. You who reads what was wrote down by a warden and left for you to find. Be warned that I am watching and waiting specifically for you. You who does not remember my face. You who does not remember my voice. You who I will make remember even if I have to break these shackles and come to you myself.

You will remember or you will die trying.


((Very experimental piece I am sorry, also haven't wrote one of these in a long time.))

[FUELSAUCE]

Dang.