Let's boost readership by playing word games.

Wheels on my feet but I walk the mile home:
Guess a word.


Rules of the game:
1a. Each person only has three tries per riddle.
1b. Any try beyond the third will be ignored and bluntly criticized.
2. No vulgarities at any point in time, even as a possible answer. (hint)
3. Real life answers don't count.
4. As a result of the pure good-natured-ness of this activity, there will be no rewards awarded as of yet. (disclaimer)
5. I can change any of the above rules at my choosing. Mua ha.

Let the games begin!

Faith is a gift I have yet to receive.

All compasses point towards different directions. People like me; we have no compass, and we can only sail where the wind wills.

Yet we share the same desires, we have the same passions. We tell ourselves no, we deny our inclinations. But what separates us is this: what you would call the devil, what they would call free will, and what I would call meta-cognition, asks me the question I will never find myself answering:

Why not?

When the eyes are a window to one's soul, one's soul is left vulnerable upon awakening. I have not the confidence I had in ages past, and I cannot look at another without feeling the intense risk of being understood. Its tragic, but there are parts of me best not understood.

Hence, regarding people like me, the closer one is, the farther one is going to get.

You see, people like me.

We have no moral judgment.

We have no compass.

We have no friends.

Do you remember?
The first time we met.
Yes, the first time.
I wonder if there was a spark, somewhere, that told you;
That this was going to be different.
I wonder if, when you looked me in the eye, you saw;
Us.
The first time is worth remembering.
Yes, the first time.

You have taken my purpose with you.
That Saturday.
Took it, threw it into a safe;
And swallowed the key.
A mortal purpose.
What will you have me do?

Through passion I gain strength.
Through strength I gain power.
Through power I gain victory.

And through victory I gain my purpose.

A nightmare.
Not a nightmare, a scenario.
Never.
If you can think it, it exists.
Another betrayal?
Dreams show us what our companions are either too timid, or too wise to confess.
Trust in your dreams and they will push you forwards.
Believe in your nightmares and they will hold you back.

I had a nightmare of betrayal, Dorian.
Then may you dream of revenge.

Where are we going?
We don't know.
What comes tomorrow?
We don't know.
How long will this last?
We don't care.

Why do I hurt this way?
I don't know.
What am I supposed to do?
I don't know.
How long will this last?
I want to know.

Why isn't it possible?
You don't know.
How can we make it work?
You don't know.
What if were back together?
You don't need to know.

As Time tightens the noose,
May the life that flashes before our respective eyes
Be the one that we have never forgotten,
Nor ever regret.

Can you hear it?
The night is quiet,
And there is no choir singing.

Can you see it?
The time is wasted,
And there is no plan unfolding.

Can you feel it?
The deafening silence of the lambs.
And there is no turning back.

The moon;
Clouded,
As are my eyes.

The shadow of leaves;
Cluttered,
As is my mind.

The night;
Starless,
As is my heart.

Without words,
Without signs,
Without heart.

Ecce Homo;
The prisoner can only do so much.

'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
Yet even better to never have lost.
A beautiful ending to a beautiful story.
You will read it again in an age's time.
A comedy's sequel is a tragedy, a tragedy's sequel is a farce.
Yet what is life without love?

The senses flee.
The memories escape.
My weakened spirit,
Disintegrate.

The car speeding from my left to my right,
That same car as before.
And again;

Life plays out like a broken recorder,
As if it were merely dreams
On loop.

Doomsday trumpets,
They blare in my ears like a newborn cry.
The world begs for change.
Let us show them why.

Who.
Me?
And who.
We are us.
You are naught.
Cogito, ergo sum.
Where?
In faith.
'Tis madness.
'Tis belief.
Who;
I am the bringer of light.
Who;
I am the destroyer of traitors.
Who;
I am the scythe of the scale.
Judge not, lest ye be judged.
Yet, what doeth thee?
A dream.
Awake.
Ignorance is bliss.
Tempora mutantur.
'Tis Eden;
Where the human plants his hopes.
I dare do what may become a man.
Who dares do more is none.
You doubt.
I question.
I can do no wrong.
For I do not know what it is.
Who?
I am me.
I am defined.
I am justified.
I am created.
I am alive.
But stop.

Memento Mori.

Who.

Oui, moi?
Je m'appelle
Dorian.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.