Allycat
10-17-2005, 04:08 AM
It's been a while since I registered this one, but just had to figure out where I wanted to go. At one point I wanted to make a story around it, but I ended up deciding against that, and to just to the core of the story. It's very expirimental, so I suppose not everyone will like it; I hope you'll appreciate originally of the expiriment though.
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"En el desierto, soy uno de millón.
In the desert, I am one of a million,
but not quite the same.
The sun is burning.
The heated up sand would have hurt my feet.
All around me.
Death.
No form of live dares come here…
except me, because I am Death.
I am beyond Death.
No temo la muerte; muerte me temo.
I do not fear death; death fears me.
I am…
Am I? …
I think, therefore I am…
but what if I only think so?
There's only one way to confirm,
others must think I am.
So, then… I am what other think I am;
so then I don't control me,
others control me… others are me.
That is true. I'm a Slayer;
others are Slayers too.
They are me and I am them
but how can I be them
if they are me and I am them and they are me? …
Can I be, if I am alone like I am?
Funny I should say like I am,
I imply I am;
is implication enough to be? …
I'm digressing … I am here alone.
Nobody can think of me;
nobody can control me.
No Watcher to say what to do,
but am I still a Slayer?
And am I still? …
Nobody can think of me,
but if I were to return,
they would think of me again.
And I would control what
they thought of me.
So, am I me after all? …
I don't know,
but my thoughts don't make me,
and maybe other thoughts don't make me either…
But I am not in control.
I did not make me.
My parents made me.
And something else…
the Watcher didn't make me;
he wanted to though.
The Slayer made me…
My school teachers,
my aunts and uncles,
my peers made me too…
Did I make them too? …
Am I God? …
I'm sure I can punch just as hard as God.
Are we all God?
Even if we can't punch that hard? …
Physical power is nothing.
Through thoughts others are;
through actions others are made…
If physical power is nothing…
Why do I have it? …
Why are monsters,
if nobody believes they are real,
are they? …
They sure punch hard too. …
If I forget hard enough,
will they not be. …
If the nightmares became reality;
shouldn't we all just go to sleep forever? …
Must I fight and kill, if I'm the good guy? …
How does that make me good?
Because the Watcher says so?
If you watch, you can judge,
but if you act, you're not allowed to,
because you're too subjective…
How am I different from the monster?
He kills to feed…
don't we humans kill to feed too?
Why are they evil and not we too?
I don't kill to feed,
aren't I the worse of the lot?
Why am I called a hero then? …
I'm a hero for one kind
and a villain for another.
I am good and bad at the same time.
Is there something such as good?
Or bad? …
Surely, if you can be both through one act,
then the act is neither.
So, all this Slaying amounts to nothing…
It's a sport, a game…
I don't want to play…
But what if life's a game;
if I don't play along…
can I be alive? …
What is living anyway?
What are the rules? …
I can't live if I don't know the rules,
but if I don't live,
I'll never be able to learn the rules…
that is, if there are any rules at all.
So, am I? …
I am …
But do I want to be?"
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Oh, and yay, the Slayer doens't die! ;)
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"En el desierto, soy uno de millón.
In the desert, I am one of a million,
but not quite the same.
The sun is burning.
The heated up sand would have hurt my feet.
All around me.
Death.
No form of live dares come here…
except me, because I am Death.
I am beyond Death.
No temo la muerte; muerte me temo.
I do not fear death; death fears me.
I am…
Am I? …
I think, therefore I am…
but what if I only think so?
There's only one way to confirm,
others must think I am.
So, then… I am what other think I am;
so then I don't control me,
others control me… others are me.
That is true. I'm a Slayer;
others are Slayers too.
They are me and I am them
but how can I be them
if they are me and I am them and they are me? …
Can I be, if I am alone like I am?
Funny I should say like I am,
I imply I am;
is implication enough to be? …
I'm digressing … I am here alone.
Nobody can think of me;
nobody can control me.
No Watcher to say what to do,
but am I still a Slayer?
And am I still? …
Nobody can think of me,
but if I were to return,
they would think of me again.
And I would control what
they thought of me.
So, am I me after all? …
I don't know,
but my thoughts don't make me,
and maybe other thoughts don't make me either…
But I am not in control.
I did not make me.
My parents made me.
And something else…
the Watcher didn't make me;
he wanted to though.
The Slayer made me…
My school teachers,
my aunts and uncles,
my peers made me too…
Did I make them too? …
Am I God? …
I'm sure I can punch just as hard as God.
Are we all God?
Even if we can't punch that hard? …
Physical power is nothing.
Through thoughts others are;
through actions others are made…
If physical power is nothing…
Why do I have it? …
Why are monsters,
if nobody believes they are real,
are they? …
They sure punch hard too. …
If I forget hard enough,
will they not be. …
If the nightmares became reality;
shouldn't we all just go to sleep forever? …
Must I fight and kill, if I'm the good guy? …
How does that make me good?
Because the Watcher says so?
If you watch, you can judge,
but if you act, you're not allowed to,
because you're too subjective…
How am I different from the monster?
He kills to feed…
don't we humans kill to feed too?
Why are they evil and not we too?
I don't kill to feed,
aren't I the worse of the lot?
Why am I called a hero then? …
I'm a hero for one kind
and a villain for another.
I am good and bad at the same time.
Is there something such as good?
Or bad? …
Surely, if you can be both through one act,
then the act is neither.
So, all this Slaying amounts to nothing…
It's a sport, a game…
I don't want to play…
But what if life's a game;
if I don't play along…
can I be alive? …
What is living anyway?
What are the rules? …
I can't live if I don't know the rules,
but if I don't live,
I'll never be able to learn the rules…
that is, if there are any rules at all.
So, am I? …
I am …
But do I want to be?"
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Oh, and yay, the Slayer doens't die! ;)