Vengeance of the Cursed.
Starring:
Cursed Few, Sane
Ugly impulse against the world; their [Cursed Few]
hearts have no pity for the Sane. Gold and diamond ridden necks of the Sane turn
into charcoal ridden skeleton; their eyes have no sense of Vanity Fair. Beyond
the decadent morality of humanity; their mind boasts a novice religion of
bloody sensuality. It begins with the world in general and then their steady
stream of rage engulfs only the Sane who laughably comprise this world.
Not unlike a conundrum, which the gifted resident of
Baker Street can solve, the horror of psychic fluxes have gunned their
childlike emotions down to the misery valley. The environment has become a
whirlpool of dark void and only a stab across soft chests can cease their null
desires. They may rise to the moon or lick the crevice of hell like a tide, but deep within, they wish to be gentle, even and stable. Three words, which if brought to life can only be visualised erupting as a persona on a mirror, where just one naïve attempt to
touch that mirrored soul and it smokes away to oblivion.
Channel your vision to a beautifully embroidered
carpet. The tapestry of colors, their edges and infinite arcs. Gaze at them and
imagine a life following these patterns. You may classify it as an exotic,
abundant, archetype of fondness, but you also know that a minute from now and
you will return to YOUR life. You won’t realize that once you look away, this
world molds the life of a cursed few into that tapestry. You won’t realize that
once you look away, these patterns and arcs turn grey. That these patterns do not
have soft edges but posses such lethal sharpness that its sufferers have become
inherently numb to blood and heartfelt contentment.
The sane began with pity, then annoyance, followed
by hatred for the cursed ones. Their demeanor, presence in the vicinity and
then their existence; the sane hated and continues that hatred with much more
vigor than their religious fervor for fictitious figures. Sanity is a façade for
meager senses of emotions. It is not a term for exuberant form of living, but since
most humans flourish in its domains, the cursed ones get attacked by them.
These cursed ones have realized that only through
the occurrence of astute psychological trauma, they have been able to strive
towards a self-generated purpose of breaking the façade of lifeless dreamscape;
dreamscape built by nature and rendered lifeless by the Sane. Some wish and
other have been able to achieve it through murder - the only action which is
beyond the shallow justice of the superficial entities or the Sane. They will
murder humans or their own complacency, but either way, they will rise beyond the
venomous tapestry of grey life, erasing any emotional bankruptcy. If others
wish to dear them, they shall sign onto a life, declared corroded by the Sane.
Lover of an aware and awoke killer is fulfilled wholeheartedly, as the great deception of pretentious being
is destroyed by the void of his/her past.
(Images used are screenshots from the movie, The Killing of a Sacred Deer by Yorgos Lanthimos.)
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