[Gurdit]

It's not my place to play a role, my role is just to watch from afar. I've spoken several times on my own behalf, drawing daggers out of splinter cuts in my hands and back. I've painted my world in several colours, most of which are grey. I've painted my walls black, the kind of black that sucks the life out of the room. I've heard my voice speaking incessantly about my ritualistic escape. Reality is a curse; escapism is an art I adhere to.

Sometimes, when I listen, I hear your voice, whispering. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. It's the sound of hope that I cling on to, it's the sound of the white that has eluded me. I lose myself in your voice, trying to grasp at you, to reach your heart. Oh, it comes to be so natural that you wear it on your sleeve, and all I have to do is reach out and grab it.

Now I have you with me, as much as you have me with you or more. Your words now are the words I wish to hear, the words I've willed you to speak. I can touch you now the way you've touched me all along. You can feel me now the way I want you to feel for me, the way I choose you to feel for me. Come to me, tell me now what I want to hear you say... the words like nectar; my walls are turning white, slowly.

It was never my part to play a role, but now that I know you intend to kill, I slip a gun softly into your hand.

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*Note : the black that sucks the life out of a room... that was a phrase a friend of mine once used.

[Vorcla]

Hmmmmm. Nice. Spooky, but nice. One of those reads where you get lulled into a false sense of security, even with a somewhat sinister tone, then WHAM! Right betwen the eyes. Very smooth prose; the flow when read aloud is very soothing. Nice job, Gurdit.

[Jimbalaya]

Creepy was the word I was going to use. Well, spooky, creepy, its the same thing I guess. Why I say this, Gurdit, is because it has that haunted, lost feel to it. Very emotional piece, you can feel the loss in it. Nice work.

[Gurdit]

Creepy indeed. The trickster... well, really... I do not want to be in his shoes

[Nupur]

Creepy indeed, but more than that it speaks of a truth. The subject matter is wonderful. You too the whole "I replace your reality with mine" cliche to a different height altogether with this line:

Reality is a curse; escapism is an art I adhere to.

It's my favourite line from the entire thing.

You made good use of cliches, including the "shades of grey" one. You made sure they were there in a subtle manner, so that we could identify with the piece immediately. But you kept them so cleverly hidden that you got your point across without falling into their vicious trap.

I always look forward to your writing because there's a beauty in it. Your language is always impeccable. Pleasure to read. Very well done, Gurdit

[Gurdit]

You know what? I liked it too
I don't think it's perfect, of course, but it's pretty good, eh?

[RENA HANDS]

Very sweet imagery and eeriness. (I’m going to comment more on these SOCs, they are extremely appealing to the mind and the eyes, perhaps more than some poetries that I have read.) I give 3/5! But just for my own thoughts, I think your 'Observer,' seems more of a 'Stalker.' Perhaps that was also your intention??

[Gurdit]

He was more than a stalker... I was intending him to be a cunningly manipulative, slightly self-obsessed, selfish and dangerous little man. He's the kind of person you would pity based on his appearance and behaviour in your presence, but would despise and be horrified at if his true intentions were known to you.

[Peppy]

Strange. An obssessed man and a heartless woman, heartless as in it's just there for show not to give out. I wouldn't like to be the man either, but they're both creepy in their owns ways. The trick indeedy--evil goodness. Hmmmmmmmmm....

Yuppers, good read.

[Lubesh]

That was a lovely bit of wiritng and glad you like it lol I had some things going on, then as rick said, 'Wham!'...but i stayed with mine...much prettierlol

[Gurdit]

Thank you both
And of course, you're free to have your own interpretations, Lu. I can understand how this one would be very very open to interpretation because, apart from Nupur and myself, no one else would know exactly what this was about.