Motivation

Here we are now.

Back to the start.

I’ve had my fill.

It’s too late for apologies.

My motivation is returning to me.

You must go through me now.

Thought you had me backed into a corner.

But I’m no pacifist.

It’s my willpower that scares you.

All I see in your grip is the strings.

Control your puppets and do what you do.

Because while you trip all their defences.

You lack the power to trip mine.

My motivation translates itself

I am determined.

That you will find yourself crying at the end of this night.

Blood running down my arms.

My past is darker than you can imagine.

But the rain is washing it all away.

Change is coming to my core.

I will not let you hurt anyone again.

I’ve seen more than you can imagine.

Deconstruction is done.

I have no intentions of recreating.

This is what I won’t be doing.

I’m going to use this life experience.

To rise beyond you.

I’m not just your average target.

I’m your own worst nightmare.

This is where we stand.

If you hadn’t backed me into a corner.

Then maybe we could have peace.

But your comments have pissed me off.

And I’m not taking another stupid step towards peace.

One day you will be long gone.

And we will all be free.

But if I must carry the sins of being the bad guy.

Then I’ll take that step forward.

I’m not going to have my back against the wall.

I will bring you to your end.

Therefore, I am hated.

Because I’m willing to do what it takes.

If they won’t see it.

I will make them understand.

You crossed the line when you acted angry.

When your eyes speak of dislike.

When we have done nothing to you.

I’m finding the motivation to finally stand up for me.

It’s true this year demolished me.

Tore me apart and threw away my broken core.

But now I stand stronger than ever before.

And I got the support behind me to back up my actions.

No longer a lone wolf.

I’m so much more now.

I’ll make you face your fears.

Watch as I tear your world apart.

I have no problems with what I am doing.

It’s all for the freedom of those around me.

You can stand there and gloat.

Act your usual self and smile faintly at us.

I know that what we are doing hurts you.

Jealousy is your primary trait.

Honesty is mine.

I’m through with white lies.

It’s time that I speak truth.

Throw off the blackened armour.

Shatter it against the ground.

Let’s see if you’ll have what it takes.

Come on now.

Take your shot.

Make sure you hit.

Because the second you miss.

My motivation will translate to determination.

To hurt you and your lies.

I’ll fight you until you back down.

I’m so much more than a damaged mind.

Because I am eager.

To find out what your made of.

Neither god or the devil can save you.

I am your mercy and I am their vengeance.

Hope you like the feeling of being second to me.

Because you will never be above me.

Regardless of my mental state.

I’ll be walking out with motivation in hand.

I can tell that you lack the determination to handle this.

I know you’re going to use them to hurt me.

But I’ve fought these wars before.

And all I’m doing is defending myself and those I care for.

You’re going to have a bad time.

You won’t ever understand my mind.

Because I got endless ways of hurting you.

And none of it can be called evil.

Since I’m just using the gift that this world gave me.

Now.

Should we get started?

Will your motivation aid you?

I doubt you will ever win this.

We all have our traits and those we use to win battles.

Hope you like the feeling of conflict.

Because at the end of this.

That’s all you’ll ever find.

Now you better hope that she is enough to contain me.

Or else you’ll find my arsenal aimed at your mind.

Psychological warfare.

Nothing ever stops.

But I’ve made my plans.

I’m ready to start this fight.

If you want to turn them against me.

Then please watch yourself.

Because I’m used to the feeling.

Of being the most hated person.

You set up your pawns.

But I’m not playing your game.

I have my motivation to end your reign.

So

It’s a beautiful year coming up.

Nightmares started it.

Love was discovered.

And now.

I’m back to where I started.

And if I were you.

I’d start running.

Because now I got all my marbles.

My memory is restored.

My knowledge is returning.

On a year like this.

Liars like you.

Should be dying.

FEAR

 

 

I've never feared you, never had a reason to worry, I only feel my burning hatred for you, they tell me to stop, they beg me to finish what I am doing, but it will end, when you lie on the floor, bleeding those secrets you've kept from me, that fear in your eyes, you took the name of terror, hoping I wouldn't notice, but I brought the bringer of death to its knees, you're the same as it. There's no reason for me to care for you, keep waving that white flag, it won't do you any good, but you got the deceiver protecting you, a great monster that roars at me, such a pity, I am all that I will ever be, the one marked with the sins of my past, go ahead and try to test my resolve, I do this because I have to, I had a choice and I made my decision, it's time to end your suffering. Great manipulations and bloody tracks, I thought you had the answers, but your lies no longer work here, broken bodies and shattered minds, this must be a nightmare for you, I've taken two steps forward, you took eight back.

Oh, how you hoped that it would end, but I have been given free reign, to hunt you down and make you stop in your little game, I never played by your rules, I bow to no one, my influence in this realm is beyond yours, such a pity too, I almost enjoyed this hunt, but now it ends. The destruction caused by my actions, smells so sweet, the sound of you drawing your final breath, amazing, I have stepped over your broken body, absorbed your willpower, become one with the one marked, nothing you did could save you, but what is this feeling? It wasn't me, you feared? It grips my heart, make my blood run cold, what are you? Turn my head to the side, at the corner of my eye, there he stands, the colours are all wrong? Black, red and yellow? What is this? That smile, I recognize it, but it can't be true, you are not real, grit my teeth and draw my weapon, I won't be taken down, I have come this far, one swift gesture and my hair stand up, why now?!

That grin, it feels unreal, you can't do this, you can't keep cheating the destruction, we are one and we all abide by those rules, it's not fair if you can break them, that emblem on your shoulder, the past was supposed to be forgotten, I will show you to the door, your time should have ended by now, this dream is mine to conquer, this mind is mine to control! I am the one marked with your sins, I will never ever bow to you. Pull the trigger, in the blink of an eye, you stand in front of me, that wicked grin, those crazy eyes, why won't you disappear? I'm not ready, this can't be what happens, I hunted them all, one by one, to take the crown you once had, but those eyes, it can't be happening.

Your vision is clouded, the one marked by the sins of the past, you are my instrument, my weapon of war, you shouldn't be out here all alone, it's best for you to come back, be part of my arsenal again, piece by piece, I repair my damaged mind, those eyes of yours, they sing of fear, from hunter to hunted, welcome back to the unity of a mind once broken, your weapon has fallen to the ground, broken, I thank you for your hard work, now you can rest again, no need to trouble a piece with the burden of being in control, I didn't know what was going on in here, going through those memories, really put me on edge, I feel so much better, knowing you will never return, but I will never forget the fear in your eyes, when I took what was mine, but I know you felt forsaken, but you had been corrupted, seeking solitude, but I have the memory now and that is the key to winning this war, the alpha, it was just a kid, scared of the falling mind, begging for someone to help it, but you all just wanted to control it, so you locked it in there, it wanted to come out, but you barred the door, then came the wolf of the night, with those psychotic eyes, I've cheated the game so many times, I'll get what I want in the end. 

I am looking for the one who holds that scythe, but it belongs to the mind of a psycho, I'm the night wolf, breaking through the barriers and tearing out your throat, protecting what needed protection, I wield those weapons so well, one piece, two pieces, it matters not, I will take it all back. Forming in the back of the mind, the grin of a freak, hated by everyone, is that your name? The Anomaly that everyone couldn't understand? Well, you'll learn to fear me too, because I play by my own rules, I will never be the one giving up, is my insanity worse than my predecessor? Who knows? I know one thing, I'm going to bring you down, wield your weapons, sharpen your knives, I don't need to worry, because with the memory I have, I can overcome any obstacle, now, why don't you just admit it, the fear you feel, comes from not understanding me and don't you worry, I do enjoy the thought of a total victory. 

What is a name?

 

Questions always find their way into the minds of people, imagine a thought that you can't get out of your head, who are you to everyone else? Or who are you to yourself? 

What defines what a correct thought on the subject is?

 

If each mind is a country in its own right, then your thoughts could be the population, now imagine that every time you are angry at someone, your mind is ready to go to war with the other mind.

 

So, who are you? 

Can a name be you or just a way of describing yourself?

If there's a proper way to think on the idea, then what if your name one day doesn't suit you? As if something has gone wrong.

Your thoughts, distorted, talking over each other in an attempt to find where the error has come from. 

 

Do you change who you are based on what people call you? 

When they throw words at you?

Your name is being dragged through the dirt and you lose the ability to think straight. 

 

Is your name, a title? 

No. It's a way to identify you in society?

It's something someone gives you so that you aren't just a number.

Imagine if we were all called by numbers?

Hello One?

 

What people call you can be your choice. Some of us have more than one name, some of us adapt those names into a way of life, a personality. 

 

We need to have identities, no one wants to be nothing. 

We can be broken by the world. 

We can go insane because of a single thought.

 

I...

As an example.

Have many names.

I treat most of them as titles.

Things that people call me.

I've taken most of the negative ones and turned

them into something I wear with pride.

 

I've been called a freak.

A psycho.

An anomaly.

And many more.

 

Each of them.

I wear with pride.

I got these from being different.

There was a time when I sealed up my thoughts.

Felt the need to be dumber than I am.

Because that would be easier.

 

My name is my title.

I choose it myself.

That's why we get the choice to change it.

 

What if a mind turns on itself?

Imagine a country in a civil war.

 

There's a high chance that you think that I'm insane

after reading this. 

If that is what happens, I gladly accept the insanity.

Sticks and stones might break my bones.

But remember, if your mind is broken by words?

Then it's just a sign that your stability is lower

than it should be. 

 

 

We are all our own kind of person.

We have our own identities.

We have things that make us smile and things

that makes us frown.

If we are happy, we can ignore that at some point, we felt bad.

But, if we are unlucky, our mind shatters because of the worlds pressure. 

The country now has warring states.

 

What am I talking about? 

Well, if our minds are nations and our

names are their identifications.

What happens when we have multiple 

names that we feel like belong to us, but yet, it's not ''us''.

One, can become two.

Two becomes Four.

Four becomes Eight.

It can continue on.

Mainly because we've lost our ability to stay calm and think.

Never let anyone else rule your mind. 

Because if you lose the ability of being who you are.

Then, having a name, surely is pointless.... 

 

 

 

 

What would you do, if you one day, 

Had it all taken away from you.