Spain without the S.

Agony... just agony

[thecreature2562]

Such beautiful, elegant symphonies stained by my gracelessness. Such cosmic confluence do the birds’ voices experience, dismantled by my catastrophic contribution. Nightmarish sounds come out my being to ruin the very nature I adore. I walk a path with no destination, hoping to find someone with whom I can adore this nature with. Until then, I’ll stay in these woods to resemble and mirror the very beings who bring me no peace; humans, a stain of unpleasantness hidden within beauty.

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[thecreature2562]

Opportunity! A chance! The potential innocence that I thought would bring purpose to my desultory existence. Of course, the boy turned out to be not but a facade, how could he not, for he too belonged to the filthy Frankenstein blunder, moreover, just another member of the deceitful human race. It’s apparent I have no room in this delusion of a world. Succeeding the boy’s falsity, I decided to give myself my own purpose, to clean the real stain of this world, starting by returning the suffering to the man who brought me solitude. As such, I killed the disappointing boy, his brother, William.

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[thecreature2562]

I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone, and I can’t STAND IT. Is there really no end to my unrighteous, undeserved misery. I have no one, I’m in need of a companion, to recreate what I saw at the DeLacey cabin; although false, their empathy towards each other was REAL. I want that, I need that, I DESERVE THAT. It’s not my fault that I’m alone, this decaying skin, these awkward features, my lack of nature’s elegance! I must ask my creator for another creation... A partner with whom to share this misery with. I must demand it from him... I must give him an opportunity to make up for his unforgivable sin. The sin of playing God.

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[thecreature2562]

As the world caves in I feel my being coming to an end. My creator has once again sinned, and my sanity can no longer tolerate this loathing. I hate humanity, I want humans gone, yet… I lack the resolve. I hate myself for thinking this way, for if I hate them so much, why not end their existence? Starting with my mistake of a creator. I CAN’T. DECEITFUL AS HE MAY BE I NEED HIM. Without him I’m nothing, I’ll be another fable told around the bonfire; a story told to instigate human fear. My creator is the only one who has somewhat acknowledged me. Although he wants to end me, I can’t really say I dislike this attention. WHAT AM I SAYING?! 

If I had any elegance I’m sure by now it’s fully gone, for I’ve absurdly fallen in love with the man who brought me suffering. There’s nothing else left for me, but to embrace this foolishness. I’ll prolong this attention that I so dearly hold, and make him follow me around the world.

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[thecreature2562]

“Remember, that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy and I shall again be virtuous.”

(Shelley 10. Pg. 69)

I’m his creation, he’s my creator; a promised relationship to that of God and Adam, yet as deceitful as the relationship between a father and his abandoned son. I, like an angel, was born pure of heart, but have since been stained due to the misery induced by this wretched world. A fallen angel has surged as a product, excluded from the wonders of man’s paradise. I’ll give my creator a second chance, to provide me with my deserved happiness and my entrance to prosperity.

[thecreature2562]

“This was the forest near Ingolstadt; and here I lay by the side of a brook resting from my fatigue, until I felt tormented by hunger and thirst. This roused me from my nearly dormant state, and I ate some berries which I found hanging on the trees or lying on the ground. I slaked my thirst at the brook; and then lying down, was overcome by sleep.”

(Shelley 11. Pg. 71)

I wanted to make apparent to my creator, that I, like him, exhibit human necessities. I am human, regardless of my appearance. I hunger, I thirst, I fatigue, I love. Back in the forest I heard the beautiful sounds of birds, I appreciated their harmonies, yet couldn’t after some time due to my growing need for food. Like a primitive man, I survived on nature alone, and was drained of all my energy after I lay. Why can’t my creator comprehend? That I’m like him, and he’s like me.

[thecreature2562]

“Felix darted forward, and with supernatural force tore me from his father, to whose knees I clung: in a transport of fury, he dashed me to the ground and struck me violently with a stick. I could have torn him limb from limb, as the lion rends the antelope. But my heart sunk within me as with bitter sickness, and I refrained.”

(Shelley 15. Pg. 97)

Before Felix had come in, I was making progress with my integration into humanity, receiving advice from my beloved DeLacey. Yet my glimmer of hope was quickly sealed away upon the son’s return. It took a blind man for me to feel accepted by humans, truthfully yet detrimental has this fact opened my eyes to the validity of my situation. I can’t become part of society, not with man’s duality prominently influencing the shared mentality of humanity, empathetic towards each other, yet hostile to the unknown. This truth was the reason why I couldn’t return Felix’s blow, for although I could’ve killed him in an instant, the realization killed my optimism with more haste.

[thecreature2562]

“Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind? You, my creator, would tear me to pieces, and triumph; remember that, and tell me why I should pity man more than he pities me? You would not call it murder, if you could precipitate me into one of those ice-rifts, and destroy my frame, the work of your own hands. Shall I respect man when he contemns me?”

(Shelley 17. Pg. 104)

Is this man delusional? What does he think… that I live to terrorize man? I gave humanity more than one opportunity, and was greeted with nothing but screams, faints, and hostility in return. I didn’t just wake up and decide to torment mankind. No. Mankind unanimously decided to torment me! Why should I respect that which brings me sorrow, and succumb to the never ending oppression. Mankind wins with my defeat, for to them I’m just another beast, and my deceasement isn’t considered so much murder as much as a catch of the day. My creator, although intellectual, is very much dense.

[thecreature2562]

“I swear to you, by the Earth which I inhabit, and by you that made me, that with the companion you bestow I will quit the neighbourhood of man, and dwell, as it may chance in the most savage of places.”

(Shelley 17. Pg. 106)

This was, in my eyes, my creator’s best course of action to impede the release of my pent-up wrath. A companion in this world of solitude, bound eternally by my side due to her similar fate of inacceptance. A shoulder to cry on when I’m feeling dim, or a partner who I can to teach and at times learn from. With such a blessing I’ll grow uninterested in man, and conceal myself completely from their vision. All my creator had to do to completely get rid of me was to once again sin, a small investment for a grand reward.

[thecreature2562]

“Are you to be happy while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You can blast my other passions, but revenge remains - revenge, henceforth dearer than light or food! I may die; but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.”

(Shelley 20. Pg. 123)

I’ve had it, I give up, there’s no way out of this everlasting misery. Time and time I try to give man another chance, and time and time again I’m disappointed. All that’s left from the pure, loving, and curious being I once was, is hatred. Hatred towards duality, hatred towards humanity, and never ending hatred towards my creator. I have nothing left to lose, therefore I fear not even death, granting me power over all, as to promote carelessness and recklessness in my search for vengeance. I shall strip my creator of his sanity as he did to my happiness.

[thecreature2562]

[Verse 1] My God, I'm so lonely So I open the window To hear sounds of people To hear sounds of people Venus, planet of love Was destroyed by global warming Did its people want too much too? Did its people want too much? [Pre-Chorus] And I don't want your pity I just want somebody near me Guess I'm a coward I just want to feel alright And I know no one will save me I just need someone to kiss Give me one good honest kiss And I'll be alright [Chorus] Nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, nobody Ooh, nobody, nobody, nobody [Verse 2] I've been big and small and Big and small and Big and small again And still nobody wants me Still nobody wants me

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This song is a perfect representation of my constant state of solitude throughout my existence. Much like its words, I just long for a kiss, I long for compassion, for an exchange of words between me and an individual after I introduce myself. The simple things which many own and seem to take for granted. I’ve been big and small, in other words submissive and threatening, yet receive the same outcome regardless of how I act. I know no one will save me, since no one cares for a creature sharing my appearance. I want out, I have nobody, and my creator isn’t making any attempt to aid me in dissipating my undeserved agony. 

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