Dark Chronicle 10: Blood Moon

aBlood Moon b

bm The cruelest reality of all is discovering something doesn’t exist. mb

Time.

          Death.

                   And safety.

All are illusions.

          None of them exist.

                   They are the three main illusions in this world.

Time has no beginning and no end.

          It is not bound by earthy limits.

                   It is eternity.

                             A mystery wrapped in an illusion

                                      That may or may not exist.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Rick, Rack.

Death does not exist.

          It is simply the crossing into the next world.

                   Which world you go to depends on your heart.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Rick, Rack.

And safety.

          Safety is a myth.

                   A cruel joke.

                             It stays with you when you least need it,

                                      And leaves when you need it the most.

           Safety doesn’t exist.

                     And in a world like this;

                              It never will.

I discovered this the hard way.

          People will pretend it exists,

                   To try and make themselves feel better,

                             Or to protect someone they love.

                                      But deep down they know

           It is all just an illusion.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Rick, Rack.

Life is one of two things;

          A dream,

                   Or a bitter nightmare.

                                    Either it’s catering to your every whim and protecting you from reality,

                                      Or it’s tearing you apart and forcing you to face the real world.

           I’m forced to do both.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Rick, Rack.

Forced to choose between two worlds.

          Each one holds something I care about.

                   But my greatest fear is I’ll have to choose one.

                             And that’s a choice I am not willing to make.

                                      I can’t.

           It would only tear me apart.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Rick, Rack.

A choice was made

          And I was caught in the middle.

                   My point of view constantly being tainted by the rest of the world.

                             My view of the world always being altered by reality.

                                       Oh, cruel reality.

           And he loves every moment of my suffering.

                     Every second.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Rick, Rack.

Every second…

          Does a second even exist?

                   Does time even exist?

                             Or is it all just a cruel illusion?

                                      The world is spinning.

           I’m losing my mind.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Rick, Rack.

Darkness surrounds me.

          It stalks me every agonizing, waking moment.

                   Never leaves me alone.

                             It kills me inside.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Rick, Rack.

It kills me inside…

          Does death even exist?

                   No.

                             It doesn’t.

                                      It is just the bridge into the next world.

           We only mourn because we wish we could follow them,

                     And leave this cruel reality.

                              A reality that threatens to destroy us all.

Rim, Ram,

          Rick, Rack,

                   Rim, Ram,

                             Splim, Splam.

Destruction…

          There is no safety in destruction.

                   Safety doesn’t exist.

                             It is a myth and nothing more.

                                      I once thought safety was real.

           But I learned very quickly it wasn’t.

                     That it was a myth and nothing more.

          Have you ever spent your whole life searching for something?

                   Perhaps spent your entire life just hanging onto something?

                             What were to happen if you discovered it was myth?

                                      That it was nothing more than mirage?

           A cruel joke devised by reality?

                     Well, that’s what I discovered safety was.

The cruelest reality of all

Is discovering something

Doesn’t exist.