CrimsonInferno
17-12-2008, 03:57 AM
"The Other"
Written by: Blk Sapphire (moi ^_^)
"Stop staring at me!"
"Don't look that way!"
"Please, turn off the lights..."
"Help me!"
They keep watching
from every angle
and every turn and corner with a single
unblinking stare in the nook, waiting.
Into the depths which you look toward
only to notice that they are staring back,
facing you
with a judgement etched into their stare.
"Stop staring at me!"
They will anyway.
The Other is whoever that isn't you
creating what you cannot form,
molding a sculpture with their eyes.
First, stripping you bare,
they make you to be naked within their stare
with nowhere else to go
only to be lost in their gaze,
and only to be a formless thing.
An object.
A spectacle for The Other to enjoy.
"Don't look that way!"
They will anyway.
When in the dark you feel safe
with no eyes but your own to stare forward
into the abyss,
you suddenly hear the quiet footsteps behind you.
The Other is there.
Behind.
Watching.
Drinking in the darkened silhouette that which is you,
yourself,
a THING.
The lights turn on
and your body falters into an endless shame
because now they see you clearly.
Naked.
Vulnerable.
"Please, turn off the lights..."
They won't stop till they're done.
A scream pierces the air,
struck down and beaten,
but still the hurried footsteps echo throughout the alleyway.
They're following you
with eyes bearing into your back without mercy,
without relent.
The Other sees all,
and creates all by a simple blink of a lash.
Within seconds they have sculpted you.
Thing.
Object.
Nothing more than a speck.
A disturbance in the eye.
A sore that must be devoured within their gaze.
"Woman"
"Man"
"Boy"
"Girl"
"F*g"
"B*tch"
"Sl*t"
"Hoe"
"Fat"
Labels.
Labels.
Labels.
The Other creates you.
And then they pin you down,
their hands on your face,
smashing your head into the pavement.
"You f*cking sl*t."
"Help me!"
The Other can't hear you.
They only see you.
An object.
A thing.
Nothing.
The Other is your mirror
to who you think you are
which is what the other creates.
Written by: Blk Sapphire (moi ^_^)
"Stop staring at me!"
"Don't look that way!"
"Please, turn off the lights..."
"Help me!"
They keep watching
from every angle
and every turn and corner with a single
unblinking stare in the nook, waiting.
Into the depths which you look toward
only to notice that they are staring back,
facing you
with a judgement etched into their stare.
"Stop staring at me!"
They will anyway.
The Other is whoever that isn't you
creating what you cannot form,
molding a sculpture with their eyes.
First, stripping you bare,
they make you to be naked within their stare
with nowhere else to go
only to be lost in their gaze,
and only to be a formless thing.
An object.
A spectacle for The Other to enjoy.
"Don't look that way!"
They will anyway.
When in the dark you feel safe
with no eyes but your own to stare forward
into the abyss,
you suddenly hear the quiet footsteps behind you.
The Other is there.
Behind.
Watching.
Drinking in the darkened silhouette that which is you,
yourself,
a THING.
The lights turn on
and your body falters into an endless shame
because now they see you clearly.
Naked.
Vulnerable.
"Please, turn off the lights..."
They won't stop till they're done.
A scream pierces the air,
struck down and beaten,
but still the hurried footsteps echo throughout the alleyway.
They're following you
with eyes bearing into your back without mercy,
without relent.
The Other sees all,
and creates all by a simple blink of a lash.
Within seconds they have sculpted you.
Thing.
Object.
Nothing more than a speck.
A disturbance in the eye.
A sore that must be devoured within their gaze.
"Woman"
"Man"
"Boy"
"Girl"
"F*g"
"B*tch"
"Sl*t"
"Hoe"
"Fat"
Labels.
Labels.
Labels.
The Other creates you.
And then they pin you down,
their hands on your face,
smashing your head into the pavement.
"You f*cking sl*t."
"Help me!"
The Other can't hear you.
They only see you.
An object.
A thing.
Nothing.
The Other is your mirror
to who you think you are
which is what the other creates.