In another place, I am a super anti hero, that kills the good guys and saves the bad guys.
I don’t wear a stupid suit with a logo or wear a mask to hide my identity
I don’t save the day or whatever, I just save who ever I feel like
If I think someone deserves to live, I let him live
If I think someone deserves to die, I let him die.
There will be days, that I will wake up a heartless bitch.
The bloodshed, that will wash the city in a scarlet red.
Only the strongest, most intelligent, most street savy will survive.
In another place, I am a super hero
I will wear that stupid suit, and save the dumb good guys
The world will be filled with complete idiots, who are fools
Who are generous and kind, but yet, weak to the knees like tofu.
That will irk me so much, that I will just kill them at the end anyway.
That is why I ain’t no saint or sinner, just a lowly human, crawling on fours on the surface of the earth, trying to fly like a eagle, but falling into the mud like an beast, trying to be evil, but to end up sleeping with a stranger, and waking up to be HIV Positive.
Trying to be great and almighty, but realising 6 decades is all I have, so wtf. Why bother, I am just a piece of dirt, a piece of dirt in the ground. I am like dust, a speck of dust, in the universe. Why bother when we are all going to hit 6 feet under, in 6,7,8 decades, or earlier? In this meaningless of meaningless, of ego driven securities and insecurities, it is hard to fathom the meaning of life – if there is one, at all.
Yes, yes, I know. There is love, and there is art. There are still redeeming traits of humans in this disgusting world of capitalism and unlimited wants. You can earn everything in this world, have all the fame, money and power… but there is one thing you might not have – love. Only through relationships with other humans, there is some tiny-bit-of-redemption left, in the human race. The unspoken, silent power of love, of passion, of the raw force of emotions, that drives men to lose their lives in battle of fighting for their ideals. With love.. there is art. Art is probably the only non destructive thing that humans could possibly create other than love. (our other indulgent hobbies are consuming the world resources, at the expense of creating the extinction of millions of other species and pollution, in the name of progress). Granted that with Love and Art, comes with music, dance and poetry. Hey, isn’t it getting beautiful? Yes, that is why I decided to a super hero (although it is lame), and have given up on my anti hero ways.
My faith remains in the name of love.
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AVERRAL writes under pen name Scarlet Risqué. She stars in Scarlet Queen YouTube with over a million views. She holds a degree in business. The RED HOURGLASS is ranked Top 50 Espionage Thriller on Amazon. She is currently writing the sequels to the Hourglass Series. Grab a free copy of her novel now RED HOURGLASS on Amazon |
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