Covered

It clung against the wall as his large frame shuffled as far away from it as he could.
The opaque figure seemed to stare at him with an eye-less face.  He didn't know what made him more frightful- the fact that he had been seeing this... 'thing' for the past four weeks, or that no one else seemed to see it like he did. 
He blinked.
The figure didn't fade. 
As he loomed on, his legs became the same heavy weights that they usually became.  His arms didn't sway as much compared to other people.  And it felt as though a shadow veiled his mind, as though a tree blocking sunlight.
But he couldn't figure out what the tree was created by.
His eyes flicked to the figure walking closely to the wall. 
He glanced at the other people around him. 
There was one woman there with a child.  She was cradling her sobbing son while kissing his cheek.  With him in her arms, his tears faded rather quickly, and he felt a sudden slash in his side.
A gasp escaped his throat as he gripped his side.  But there was no mark.  He looked at the figure, and he could feel the grin enveloping its dark face.
He could feel what the slash left behind.
Almost an emptiness.
As though a void of where love should be.  He looked again at the woman and son, and felt the slashing feeling again.
Jealousy?
No, he shook his head roughly.  He didn't want children.  But as he walked by the small family, the digging in his side grew harder to bear. 
He could feel the endless pupils grazing his skin.
The figure still seemed to go unnoticed.
But as his eyes scraped over the being, he noticed how it seemed taller.
A sharp shiver ran down his spine, his steps increasing with speed. But there, in the corner of his eye he could see the being keeping his pace. 
He began sprinting, filled with an internal pain he couldn't comprehend.
Everything seemed to become grey.
Gray skyscrapers, grey cars, grey families that were holding each other.
He cried out, collapsing to the cement, and the figure seemed to sit beside him.
Waiting.
He stared at it, as though he expected it to attack him.
Just like how it attacked his side.
And how it had blocked his colours.
And how it blocked his sun.
He blinked again, and he looked up into the cloud covered sky.
Grey.
A person walked through the being.
He staggered backwards in shock.
They walked through the being.
He looked at the black figure, and slowly reached his hand out.
But no matter how far he reached, he couldn't touch it.
He couldn't feel it.
He scanned around him again and fear ripped through him.
Every where there were black beings.  All of them were staring at him. He could feel their icy gaze scraping down his skeleton.
He jumped up from the cement, screams erupting from his mouth.
But no one saw him.
He was alone.
Only the shadows around him paid attention to him.
The shadows of his own being.
And the shadows of other people.
They clung to him, blocking out the light that illuminated around him.
But he was in the void,
too deep to see the light.
And it hurt his heart.
It hurt his heart.

That, is so.

It was different.
To see the waves crash on the pale wispy sand
that was also under my feet.
It was soothing.
How the icy tongues lapped my toes
and drew me closer to the sea.
But it was heavy.
With each step
that each push seemed to draw me down.
But it was fading.
The feeling of fear
was nailing me through the ground.
The sky was clear.
As I looked up
and held onto the startling azures and violets.
The sky was silent.
As the water met my chin
and I swore that I smelt lilacs.
But something was odd now.
The safety I felt was dissipating.
The comfort I was supposed to feel
was now somehow mis-created
and the water beneath me
is burning my throat
with salted tears
I'm unable to float.
What is dragging me down
under the blackest of ebony
is only myself-
my inflated enemy.
But my mouth isn't screaming
oh no,
I understand
that this is my destiny
my ultimate plan
in which I hold no power
to change
or manipulate.
Because I had done that to myself
which is how I'm drowning in waves.
Because these are not waves
of the ocean I wish to see
but the waves of pain and hatred
that have erupted through me
and it is pulling me down
into the tomb below
where I will not sleep
but cry with sorrow
and see-
hear me now
even though I will stay woken
my thoughts and memories
will stay being spoken
to the whim
of not my own wishes
but to those who had
fought with utmost viciousness.
 It is different.
Now, the sky isn't clear
but murky and clouded
as though filled with dried fears.
Fear of which
can not be forgotten
but held onto and seen
with every transaction.
I lay here
under the sea
being washed with the stars
but my throat isn't burning
as though behind bars.
My eyes are shut
but not deathly so
but oh,
oh woe
the soul inside-
that, is so.

Thump

The laugh was caught in his throat as his eyes met the deep brown ones before him.                
What a stupid thought.                                                              
To laugh at.
To think that a simple stray hair could be funny.
But it was out of place.
That was funny.
But the eyes weren't laughing.
Or giddy for that matter.
They were filled with a boiling rage that-
held something.
Something
Funny.
He blinked and for a second, the eyes were black.
But the blue rings below them framed them smoothly.
Leaving little else
but fatigue
and stress
and worry.
What a stupid thought.
That he hadn't changed.
The nose in front of him was thick but pointed.
Not up
nor down.
Just. Pointed.
But the pale glow he saw
was troubling.
He turned his head with curiosity.
The face before him didn't shift.
It instead seemed to laugh.
What... three days?
Weeks?
How long has he seen it.
The look before him.
What a stupid thought.
He's seen that look every day since he could...
remember...
But remember what?
In which context did he want to remember?
Did he want to see?
Of course.
Of course.
What a stupid thought.
But those eyes did not want to see.
But he wanted to see.
HE wanted to see.
He hushed himself.
Twice.
Again.
He leaned closer.
No.
Further away.
He took the nail of his thumb
and dug it into his palm.
But as the blood formed a small pool
And he rose his hand towards those
dark eyes
there wasn't a mark on their palm.
He dug deeper.
Screaming with rage.
But this time he dug to his wrist.
He lifted it.
Nothing.
No.
This isn't right.
What a stupid thought.
Of course it's right.
If he can't see it
it isn't there.
But it is.
He sees it.
Right there.
He dug further
up to his elbow.
Nothing showing.
To his neck.
Another agonizing scream.
To his chest.
Cries of fury.
To his heart.
And he dug there until he felt the solemn
thump
thump
thump
And he dug.
He looked into those eyes.
They were laughing.
At him.
What a stupid thought.
He couldn't be laughing at himself.
He wasn't even grinning.
He was shrieking.
In hatred.
But then he fell.
To the marble underneath him.
thump
thump
But he could still see him.
The look he's giving him
as he sits in front of him calmly.
thump
As his eyes shut
he saw
Those brown eyes
Happy.