We always talk about how fast life is approaching,
How quickly our age trails after us,
Leaving only reality in it's wake.
Yet, no discussion of our current lives slipping away with each coming day.
Our special day.
Birthdays...
A time of celebration,
Mondays we dread.
Birthdays, are welcomed with warm anticipation and admiration.
Forgotten the Monday, that doesn't bring us closer to death.
It is our beloved birthdays instead.
- Happy Death Day <3
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Sterile...
Walking through these white walls will never feel like the Heavens we romanticize.
The Godly figure we idolize, our behaviors that we synthesize.
Bringing us closer...further from the divined.
Do you believe in the fabled, white angelic heaven?
His pearly gates...a woman perhaps, if up for debate.
The hermaphroditic ruler from above.
I've never known a home whiter than my own.
Sterile...
The stench of blood still secretes itself from within these walls.
White it may be but, no heaven at all...
I believe in the demons down below....
I believe in Hell on Earth.
No sound could be heard above the mechanical *hiss* of the gigantic titanium doors, through one door onto another. The sterility of these hallways being the only smell that could trick you into thinking that you're safe. A hospital, perhaps? Never. These four walls were not meant for healing; this is a place of breaking, the weak are not welcome here, the meek do not survive.
VOICE AUTHORIZATION NEEDED
"MANIPULISYU213"
VISUAL AUTHORIZATION NEEDED
I slightly widen both eyes, leveling my head with the small computerized camera built from within. Pupils dilated; as the blue scanner cross references the visual image of my retina, with those verified in its database. Flashes of green come to life, lighting up the camera's screen.
ACCESS GRANTED.
Another loud *hisss* from the opening titanium doors; as I step through...
WELCOME, MANIPULISYU213...
URIEL YOON.