The frozen landscape barren Alone and desolate, he is transparent Through the decades of decaying time He has never felt truly alive
The winterβs cold, bites and chews It turns his soul to ice with words untrue Even though he is calm within a storm of hate He cannot turn away from his fate
In the darkness of his demented mind He pictures the corpses of mankind So tired of being turned away He becomes more distant, to this world of gray
In his sleep, he is tormented by dreams of love Just to wake up to a life of none Being stabbed by a knife in transparent form He changes, he breaks, he begins to transform
When at last he opens his eyes Nothing was as desolate as his mind Surrounded by hundreds who lie and ignore Fate had found him in the storm
Still trapped within his nightmare, he fights He kills without discretion, with no sight No one can escape the destruction of his might For he is a winter storm, white in the night
The storm grows larger now, he has been consumed He is lost to the world now, he is doomed Many try to save him, but with no avail They try to **** him, but cannot prevail
For he is no longer a person of reason and logic He is a force of nature, insane and psychotic For he is anger and sorrow incarnate Transparent to the world, he became hate
Transparent [April 16. 2016] Category: Fiction A story about a man invisible to the people around him, the emotional stress of loneliness and his inevitable mental breakdown towards insanity.