ok, keeping in mind this is my first attempt at one of these, heres an entry from me- its a little short i know, but i havent really written anything like this in a long time.
I see them all around me- they say they could give up anytime. All of them, ignorant fools. But when they are deprived, I see the emptiness in their eyes, their need, hunger- and as vehemently as they deny it, they cant exist without it.
When i'm with them, the smoke swirls around us, laughing, taunting, inviting- the harsh taste of it somehow disturbing and yet intruiging- temptation to join them. But, unlike them, I have vision through the smoke- I've seen what it does, destroying , corrupting, decaying. I have seen yellowing falky skin, peeling from the wretched form of a man who struggles to even breathe.
I take some pleasure from the fact that I know im right That I know, in the end, it will claim all of them- I imagine myself walking in to see them, as they choke on the smoke that once so satisfyed them- but now their is no sating the thirst that bleeds them , slowly, painfully. I see the same yellowy, flaky skin- the same putrid discolouration on the very walls of their home, a vile murial that grows as they shrink.I see in grey mist the face of death itself- yet I offer them no sympathy as they struggle for breath, in fact, I almost laugh- I told them all it would happen, I knew it would happen. They didnt listen, they could give up any time they wanted after all- perhaps it was so, but they never wanted to. And as the claws began to set in, I watched, knowing, as the ignorant began to fall around me. Nothing I could do to save them, they had doomed themselves.
In the beggining, it was , apparently, attractive- yet who would call them, with the stench of dry ash upon their breath, their skin discoloured, their strength drawn away through years of inactivity- who would call them attractive?
I find it rather ironic, as I watch the first of their bodies burn in the funeral pyre -but even as I ponder this cruel comedy, I see those in the crowd lighting up- should I feel guilty that as I watch, I almost want them all to meet this fate? Because even as the smoke rises, the clouds are falling- and the stars are lighting up with them.
edit: just realised the competition ended a while ago! well anyway, have a read and tel me what you think if you can be bothered.
< Edited by GeneralRandom781 on 2004/5/30 9:33 >