Humanity

Humanity (In Prose)

I saw you walking. With that damned gun in your hand. I knew you had come. For me. With that look of savagery I knew would one day turn on me, like a rabid dog that had ran out of rabbits to tear apart. Your chain broke long ago. It was only a matter of time. You didn't need the gun, and you knew it. Only chose it because you knew how I loathed the thing. Could have done it with your own hands, and relished it all the more. But this one wasn't about your lust, was it. It was about my suffering. All the others you slaughtered and I watched, watched as you laughed heinously, full of life as you took theirs because I was too afraid. I gave myself into the ridiculous delusion that it would keep me safe. But not this time. You want to eradicate the last thing that makes you still feel human. The solitary tie to a humanity that trembles questionably deep in your core. I, your Humanity. Hand grimed with blood and dirt, wrapped around that despicable metal demon; I know you won't be quick. Torture awaits me, but also you. I'll tear at your face and leave you with scars, make you howl with loathing every time you look in the mirror. A reminder, an inescapable remnant of a Humanity you sought to forget you ever had. All I can leave you with, the seeds of a guilt and conscience that will destroy you, in the end. Ever so more slowly than my end. . .

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8/10/2010
Pretty dark, I know. Not really much explanation for this one other than I had been reading some other people's works which happened to be also somewhat macabre and it got my creativity going in that area. I let my imagination wander as far as it could, leaving bread crumbs behind of course ;), and let it paint it's own very expansive scenario that this prose only scratched the surface of. Just kinda interesting I though.