Vessel | Colin Maynes

You see them standing there smoking a cigarette with such contempt it can barely be harnessed. You wonder what brought him here. Tragedy, Abuse, Depression, Accidental Death, You can see the terror for normailty, the tension carried in your shoulders. Your long hair, attitude, and suicidal music. No scale can measure the hatred in your heart, the contempt he has. Your anthem is Reverie, in death metal. Your life changed Sept 11th 2001 although you has never seen the craters where monolithic towers once stood. Although you may appear to be at rock bottom you are the epitomy of perfection, no attatchments to physical wants. Outspoken with a silver tongue you can manipulate anyone. You wear your heart on your sleeve but it is so blackened by all the cigatettes you have smoked it blends right in with your black t-shirts, the only kind you own. The only love you has ever truely known has now abandoned you since you converted to catholicism. Your mother wonders what she did to let you fall into this unholy place, lost somewhere in superstition and deeply rooted religious beliefs. You dress every day like you might go to war, 2 hidden knives, brass knuckles, and a 3 foot length or wire--because you never know... You are fit, not because you exercise but because your body tries so hard to expell all the carcinogens and alcohol. Your liver has more freckles than a red-head in July. You were born in the wrong era, were you born 5,000 years ago YOU would be a God, you can conquer nations faster than you can smoke a cigarette. Horrifically misunderstood by the average stander-by you are considered a loner by most. You have a tight knit group of friends, but no best friend-those are your weapons that you sharpens on a regular basis. Vessel.