Echoes from the Abyss: The Day I Forever Fractured Your Mind
My words spilled out, a roaring gale,
A book reversed to drown your soul
To turn your fragile breathing pale.
I fired them straight into your head,
Like silver bullets forged of lead.
And there they strike, and there they stay,
To tear your shattered mind away.
An earthquake brewing in the dark,
Upon your soul, a permanent mark.
They stir and crawl from side to side,
With nowhere left for you to hide.
You beg to know the final cost
To win back everything you lost.
But hear me whisper, hear me mock:
I’ve smashed the key and turned the lock.
Deep in your brain, the rot will stay,
And eat your memories away.
You’ll writhe in pain, you’ll curse my name,
Forever trapped inside my game.
For time may pass, but you will yet
Remember me and never forget.
While make the circle complete.
villain
wicked, selfish
conniving, hating, deceiving
antagonist, rival, saint, soldier
saving, recovering, battling
noble, intelligent
hero
Loved by the many within their own state,
Loathed by the few who agitate from the gate.
A pattern repeated, a tale overplayed,
A judgement delivered before facts are weighed.
To the in-state, a father – steadfast and wise,
To the out-state, a tyrant in disguise.
A chronic affliction the Middle East knows,
A fever that silently festers and grows,
A contagion now Africa silently grows.
From Iran to Yemen, where old embers flame,
Through Libya to Uganda – the script stays the same.
From Burkina Faso and others whose names fill the scroll,
Branded rebellious by powers that patrol.
To more nations yet named in the fray,
Rebellious, dangerous – so headlines will say.
Declared by the US with sanctioning tone,
Echoed by the UN from its towering throne.
And others who gather where verdicts are spun,
Crowning a villain when politics is done.
Condemned in chambers where distant flags fly,
While praised at home beneath their own sky.
Rest in Peace: Ali Khamenei, Muammar Gaddafi and many others.
Every love affair breeds a villain’s name,
Whispers in grapevines assign the blame.
What once was Eden, soft and bright,
Turned battleground in the dead of night.
Morning breaks, but cannot mend,
Shadows cling where vows once penned.
To one, a wound too sharp to heal;
To another, the monster they reveal.
I hope I'm not the villain in your story
I hope I'm not the big bad wolf
you flee from
in the middle of the storm.
I hope my shadow doesn't flicker
in the light of lightning,
and my voice doesn't send
a shiver down your spine.
Please tell me I do not chase you
through the pages
of a story you do not feel is your own.
Please, I pray, I hope.
A fierce and bold woman, is the villain
when she calls out disrespect.
She is despised by weak individuals full of hate and self-neglect.
An authentic woman intimidated to people who are fake.
No matter how much she is villainized, her confidence won't break.
A woman who has fought most of her battles on her own is a villain to cowards without a backbone.
A sexy femme fatale who unapologetically shines,
Is villainized by people who don't have spines.
A fearless woman who has her own back
is villainized for surviving even the most vicious attack.
Wounded but not defeated, she proudly stands tall.
She is villainized for rising stronger after every fall.
We are the villains in a story they spun
We get the villain arc without being a villain
The storyline of a traumatic childhood
Living under a shadow
Constantly being misunderstood
Having to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good
Without being given credit of saving the world
What they don't tell you is how the hero is the coward
How the real villain was the 'hero' who lied about the villains worth
How they are the scum of the earth
How they are the devil's curse
How no matter how hard they try they will always be seen by the hero's words
Plot twist
This happens in the real world
This is a story well known
Where the villains were always good
And the heroes were egotistical jerks
Through their spiteful words
Masked by an image of fraudulent perfection
The 'villains' were the innocent black people
The 'heroes' were the vindictive oppressors
Who dictated the world through their racism
Their empire built of hatred
Their status crafted through their strategic lies
The propaganda of their campaign for superiority
Is everywhere can't you see
Stop being blinded by your ignorance and open up your eyes
blocked mid-
voicemail. last words
self-care
upon his tower dark and tall
malakar stood to doom them all
with lightning flashing, cape unfurled
he cackled, "Now I rule the world!"
he pulled the lever, struck a pose
but fate, unkind, had other woes
for with a snap, the lever broke
and hit his minion (Grubnuk croaked)
his robots sparked, began to dance
one juggled fire—badly, perchance
another whirred, then high-fived air
while malakar just stood and stared
“uh… that’s not right,” he mumbled low
as sparks set fire to his own robe
he tripped, he tumbled, with a groan
and soon his tower stood alone
for down he fell, a mighty crash!
right in the king’s grand pumpkin patch
now in the dungeon, sipping tea
he plots his next catastrophe
Every love affair has a villain,
In the grape vines, this, we all learn.
What was once the garden of Eden,
With fights, become, love’s death den.
Where post morning lights ashine,
Forever the dark remains align.
To one; a mistake, abear,
To other; a villain, they heir.
It's weird that my heart beats for you,
Or when I'm depressed, I think of you too.
But silly me for thinking the love was mutual,
You fed me your lies and I gave you my all.
I gave you your freedom, to do what you want.
Never asked for anything other than your love,
But silly me for thinking, that I was good enough.
You're a hypocrite, a traitor, a liar and a thief,
You stole my heart and played her on every beat.
Said you love me but you're with them!
Promised me honesty but left me begging !?
You played your games, played me like a fool,
played 'em good, now I'll show you, you.
Don't hate me because I've tried my best,
Now it's time I put my heart to rest.
If the villain is what they want,
Then the villain I'll be.
Don't love me now instead hate me,
That's the only way I'll be happy.
I know every story needs a villain
But I promise you I don’t fit the part.
Villains are strong, mean, callous and cold.
I only built walls to protect my heart from your hurt,
Stopped wasting my words on your deaf ears
And turned my back on your condemning gaze.
Though these things looked the same to you,
They are not in my heart.
I wasn’t mean, I was surviving.
I needed love, not ostracising.
A superhero fights the villain,
Conquers them and treats them worse
And wins all the honor
But my story’s a little different,
Mainly with a different villain,
Someone you would not want to know
Armed not,
She’s filled with words,
That pierce into your soul.
That stab you in the heart,
And make you want to go
But, oh no its not that obvious,
Or else someone would’ve stopped it,
She is the sneakiest girl I know
She brings me down every time
All that spills out her mouth are lies
She never lets me go
My greatest enemy
Is me, myself, and I
She calls me worthless everyday,
Saying that I’m not worth even a dime
Oh, my greatest enemy
She seems super friendly
But she’s not that kind
On the inside
But why does it have to come from me?
If I could just be free
What's the me to you that's like me looking into you
What's you to me that's like you looking out for me
I got a right to feel special and that she agrees on
She got a right to feel loved and that much I can agree on
Only thing that matters is what you're fighting for
Every hope is someone's idea of holding on to life
Your identity is my existence for all its worth
Mines is nothing compared to me who's cursed
Who's gonna take care of you if not for me
How you interpret that is up to you
Being the villain in your love story is not bad
But being the cause to your demise is
You'll never get that feelings again not from the same person
Nor will you get that feelings again from another person
The only L in my life is the link between you and me
The other L I cherish is that name that holds more than memories
Finally who are you that's the who in me
And to tie the first and last line you're for me as I'm for you.
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