'Glittering lights, colored skies.
things I can never see.
In my world I try to dream
of a world I almost remember.
Tasty treats topped with creme
soft voices that beautifully sing.
The things I always longed to see
the blue of the sky
and the sound of the sea.
In my world I try and dream
of the world I almost remember.'
I Dreamed of a world beyond my reach
a place where love is what they would teach.
I long for the day I escape from here
for the day one will call
'I love you my dear'
Al I dreamed
all I fear.
It faded away
alone I disappear.
I sing a song that no one will sing
as I live to chase the morning.
A day in the sun
A world of fun.
One day is all I wish to have.
One day is all I need to remember.
The dreams will come back
and I can restart
No more the being of fear
but one of the heart.
How long will I yearn before I am to return
To a world of my dreams that I hold so dear.
Away from the dark
and away from my fear.
The world keeps spinning on its side as its maker wipes the tears from its eyes.
He misses the light.
He misses the dreams.
Now his presence is greeted with screams.
Inside I am empty...
Iv'e lost the power to dream.
I need more...
More friends...
More..
More.
At first it was a simple one pony I brought behind the wall, it was only one and death himself did not see me as I did so.
She was pink with a curly white mane.
Bright and colorful, everything I am not.
I am unsure now weather or not it was quick and painless but I know it was quite easy.
I remember sneaking into the world beyond my own, thine own shadow reaching for her, the black tendrils wrapping around her , ensnaring her.
I drug her into the wall as she wailed cries that were like the most beautiful song any banshee could ever call out.
At first she kept her distance from me....
I frightened her..
Ha....
Ha ha ha ha....
That changed soon as I witnessed her begin to change...
Soon enough she was just as I was, her body now a stark white, the once fear filled face gone from her very head.
Perhaps it was due to how I tired of the way she looked at me...
I hated how she stared as if I was a monster....
Looking back, I was rather childish....
I took those offending orbs from her head, Looking back on it...
I simply did not want to see myself reflected in them anymore.
I did not want to see.
I found it rather useful that she could enter her former realm at will, she too began to feel.. empty.
Slendy wants to hunt for food..
Slendy wants to hunt for friends.
More....
More...
More.
Everytime we snatched more and more, filling the inner void temporarily. Each time the feeling of fullness becoming less and less satisfied, each time leaving faster and faster forcing us to take more and more.
I....No....
We became twisted....
We needed more.
We wanted the sun and the stars.
We are many,
We are strong....
I am Za...
and I am the dreamer.....
turned being of madness.
I have always had a special place in the world..
Every being is born with a piece of me within them and every being is born with the window.
It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, yes this is true..
when the window cracks and breaks....
They become part of me forever....
One of many..
I collect my favorites.
The ones I love enough I find a way around the frame as to avoid breaking it, I do adore Princess Luna's. It sits within my collection high on a special place with plenty of room aside it for when I bring In her elder sisters to complete my royal collection.
Father Midnight
Mother Dawn
Daughter Luna and soon Little miss Tia.
They reflect their lives, upon a scene Lunas of the moon and star filled sky.
I let her go home, she wanted to try.
To live again, to re learn how to fly.
I want to see if she can reclaim her life.
When the day comes and she asks for her mirror of me, I will return it to her only if she learns to let go of her hate.
I see through the windows of all, peeking into their life and into their hearts.
Some are pure,
but many obscene.
I blame this on me because I forgot how to dream.
I take their windows by taking their eyes....
They belong to me...
They cant abandon me that way.
I do not want to see myself...
I know iv'e done wrong
but I also did good.
A long time ago.
They may not know me, but I know all of them.
The mare named BonBon who makes delicious candies for the ponies to enjoy, The one named Lyra who's voice is like that of an angels.
Yes I watch them in silence from my window..
From mine I can see into theirs..
Mine is no more than shards upon a window frame mind you, every so often it shatters you see and I must repair once more before the rather insidious thoughts cross my mind again.
My window is always in such a sad state nowadays, Im loosing my grip again.
My grip on the remaining strings of my fragile sanity, soon enough I am sure that they will slip from my grasp and I once again will engage in rather nefarious acts. Namely murder or the now more often forcible acquisition of another window I find so pretty that I cannot ignore it.
In this regard, in souls I mean. I am what would be called a Kleptomaniac. You see I never feel satisfied for long so I once more go out and attain another and another for my collection.
There are days however where no matter how many pretty trinkets or windows I have will make the feelings of regret and shame vanish. Those are they days where I simply lay gazing out my window longingly like how a depressed being watches television all the while thinking to themselves. 'Ah yes, I wish that was my life....I wish I had that.'
All the while my window cracks more and more, splintering down into nothing as if it wasn't even there.
I fear that I too....was never really here.
They say it is the legacy we leave behind that validates our existence, to this I ask simply.
'What happens when the meaning of your existences, the very core of your being, rejects and censors all of your presence? thus robbing you of this Validation.'
I found at one time Pain was what validated my being, I feel therefore I am in fact real.
I foolishly drove six nails into each of my own hooves to create the splendor of validation,the rush of life through feeling anything. Even if it was pain, I knew I felt and by this I was real.
As depraved as it sounds which I can honestly say it is, at the time and to this day the pain serves to let me know that what is happening is real.
What I would give to be able to dream more of that world again just once more, just once.
I know that I would never be allowed to walk among them as friend. I am simply too odd, too different for them and I understand why.
Honestly now I know what you may be thinking by now.
'If you understand why complain? why bitch on and on about your life.'
Why? hah...Its always why, why,why but how is always so much more fun.
There comes a time when everyone must meet their maker as its said often.
I cannot wait much longer...Perhaps I should visit miss Tia to compete my collection, I may be able to attain lil Candace as well.
I can use her.
She can make them love me...
Then nopony would have to leave me....
I can be happy too...
Let me daydream about it, I know its not possible but the idea is enough to ebb away the sorrow, to take the edge off the cold.
