Fan Fiction ❯ Cathexis ❯ Colours ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: angelchan 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.28.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 295 | Visits: 174 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.28.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 295 | Visits: 174 | Status: Completed
Colours: Cathexis (Part II)
by Eternal SailorM/Angel B. Maxwell
Black.
Overwhelming, thick, consuming blackness, as
far as the eye could see. The kind of blackness that wanted to destroy a person's soul. The
kind of blackness that could take all that was pure and good in a person and corrupt it, change
it, strike it down and turn it the same pitch colour.
Black.
As black as the hearts of the villians of faery
tales told long ago. Black as the hearts that still
beat even today, in this cold modern age, where
the dark beasts of yesteryear walk the streets with
the faces of human beings, waiting to lure in and
destroy their next unsuspecting victims.
Red.
Blood red. Blood running red down a cooling arm,
an arm attached to a body that will no longer
breath, no longer eat, no longer cry, no longer
dream, just sleep. Cuts deep into the dying flesh
beget rivers of red, red blood, no longer rushing,
now just a faint trickle, staining the floors,
staining the sheets, staining her flesh. Staining.
White.
The colour of innocence, the way she wants to feel.
Not this overbearing, omnipotent guilt. The guilt
for the sins of the world, resting upon her slender
shoulders, shoulders not made to bear the weight they
now do, shoulders that ache with the pain of it all,
of all the guilt.
White.
An unseeing eye, the white of it large and unblinking,
staring off into the distance, into the souls of those
who judged her in life, of those who would judge her
still. Auburn irises hidden within the sea of white,
darkened to a shade of nearly black, glittering, shining,
as if filled with the tears she shed so often in life.
Red...
by Eternal SailorM/Angel B. Maxwell
Black.
Overwhelming, thick, consuming blackness, as
far as the eye could see. The kind of blackness that wanted to destroy a person's soul. The
kind of blackness that could take all that was pure and good in a person and corrupt it, change
it, strike it down and turn it the same pitch colour.
Black.
As black as the hearts of the villians of faery
tales told long ago. Black as the hearts that still
beat even today, in this cold modern age, where
the dark beasts of yesteryear walk the streets with
the faces of human beings, waiting to lure in and
destroy their next unsuspecting victims.
Red.
Blood red. Blood running red down a cooling arm,
an arm attached to a body that will no longer
breath, no longer eat, no longer cry, no longer
dream, just sleep. Cuts deep into the dying flesh
beget rivers of red, red blood, no longer rushing,
now just a faint trickle, staining the floors,
staining the sheets, staining her flesh. Staining.
White.
The colour of innocence, the way she wants to feel.
Not this overbearing, omnipotent guilt. The guilt
for the sins of the world, resting upon her slender
shoulders, shoulders not made to bear the weight they
now do, shoulders that ache with the pain of it all,
of all the guilt.
White.
An unseeing eye, the white of it large and unblinking,
staring off into the distance, into the souls of those
who judged her in life, of those who would judge her
still. Auburn irises hidden within the sea of white,
darkened to a shade of nearly black, glittering, shining,
as if filled with the tears she shed so often in life.
Red...