The Final Third Eye



The wind was from behind. It swept into the hole in front of him...
A hole where even he feared to proceed.
There was nothing in there but despair. Yet he felt the compulsion to go in.
To know what it was. To know the result. And with the knowledge, perish if he had to.
The result was important to him.

6 yrs back he had 1st been acquainted with what lay before him now.
The reason why he changed. The reason why he had become stronger.
The reason why he was invincible. The reason why he was him.
The events no longer simply played back in his mind. They were all jumbled up.
Every single happening occuring simultaneously. Repeatedly.
It was enough to drive him crazy. But he hid. The only thing he had ever hid from.
Hid from the facts.
Hid behind rage. Behind principles. Behind morality. Behind Strength.
Behind himself.

And from behind, he claimed his 1st kill.
His 1st kill, as cowardly as any kill can be.
He killed his soul. He killed his very being.
And in place he placed this imposter.

One who talked like him. Walked like him.
Looked like him. But was nothing else like him.
He was better than him in every other way.
A better him. Better but unreal.

He had walked for 6 yrs such.
Firm steps seemingly. But every one a stumble really.
Steps with apparent purposes. But everyone lost and wandering.
He didn't reach his destinations. The destinations reached him.
And there he found more things to hide behind.

Today he acknowledges his guilt. His crime.
He had said otherwise so many times that no one believed him.
Not even himself. He knew what happened. He did it.
But he also knew he didn't do it. For the person who did it died.
He had killed himself. They were 2 different persons.
He knew that. He also knew it wasn't true.

Now all he was doing was playing a role.
Playing along. He simply was.
Thats why he had always gotten back up when he fell.
For it wasn't him who fell. It was the dead man.
He wasn't hurt. It was the dead man.

But now the dead man was back. Haunting.
Appearing in everything he saw. Everything but the mirror.
For he no longer looked like the dead man.
What stared at him was a pitiful excuse of the dead man.
But he was better than the dead man in all ways but one.
The dead man was real. He wasn't.

Today they will solve the problem. There was only one solution they both knew.
And they both didn't want it. But both could not live the existence that he had.
But both couldn't become one. Maybe both could become none? And in place have a third?
What was to become, both didn't know. But yet he proceeded in. Which one he was?
Both didn't know.

It was in these realizations that the third came to be.
The Final Third Eye.

Kel Thuzath was still alive at 5:13 PM
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The two foreigners patted down their mounts.
They had left 2 buckets of water in front of them for their exhausted mounts.
The pair, a male and a female,had juz returned from another hunting raid.
He had been watching the couple for a few days now.
They seemed fair enough a couple.
Jolly folks.
Always laughing and singing.
And their singing was wonderful.
They were lovers.
Of that he was certain.
But when they hunted, they seemed to have no less conviciton than he himself.
They harmed no unfriendly creatures.
They protected the innocents.
And they hunted to make a difference.
Yet they hadn't sacrificed all the things he had.
They were still happy.
Not involved in a ever continuing inner struggle.
They hadn't boxed their feelings.
They were still very much alive and enjoying.
They also seemed to have parrallel philosophies as himself.
Was it possible, he pondered, that he could be juz as happy
and not feel that he had betrayed his
existence?
For him to indulge and yet feel pure.
For him to live the present without insulting the past.
They seemed to have achived it.
Why can't he?

No, he told himself.
Everyone pays a price.
He had paid his.
He had shut off all his emotions.
What these two had, it didn't seem right.
They can't be doing such and be content and happy.

Then he struck upon it.
They were happy coz they were not invincible.
They were happy when they were around each other.
That, in itself, was their weakness.
Their presence in each other's life was a vulnerable.
Out there,one can't afford any weakness.
It was juz a matter of time before they realize it.
The hard way.
He no longer envied them.
He pitied them.
He would watch over them, no doubt.
Try his best to spare them the agony.
But it is inevitable for the pain to come.
What one has, one can only lose.
His having nothing was his strength.
It was why he was stronger.


He climbed out of the crevice and sneaked out of the cave.
They had things other than a sneak on their mind.
On reaching a safe distance, he slowed down to a trot.
He chided himself for those few weak moments.
He couldn't, with a clean conscious, walk away from
his chosen life.
This is his path.
This is where he would walk.
And fall if that be his destiny.
He wondered if it would be better if his blades
didn't parry the next aim on his heart....

Kel Thuzath was still alive at 8:04 PM
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The third Third eye

He rolled over and got up.
He felt the cold acutely as his sweat soaked tunic
came into contact with the
already cold wind.
Welcoming the feeling, he walked to the edge of the overhang.
Yet another nightmare.
The same he has had for the past
five years.
Reliving the saddest day of his life.
Over and over again.

The wind was stronger now.
The howl clearly audible.
Scanning the area from his vantage point,
he spotted the tell tale flickers
of a low burning camp fire.
His sharp eyes, tuned to the night light,
caught the sleepy nods of 5 humoniod figures.
He didn't feel the hunger yet though.
Not for the kill nor for the fight.

His mind was on something else.
A defeat.
A fall from which he will never fully recover.
He had come so close to attaining his goal.
Only to be thwarted at the last possible moment.
The agonizing pain.
Sharper than the deadliest spear in his side.
More incapacitating than the most lethal poison.

Nihilistic thoughts were his only refuge.
He found himself crawling into that dark hole again.
Making a concious effort not to submit to that lie,
he forced himself to think about that day.
To relive it.

He shook his thick mane of white hair
as it flew in the wind.
He couldn't help but growl and curl up in agony.
Seldom had any creature seen him so vulnerable.
He wanted nothing more than to step beyond the edge and end his misery.

But his being wouldn't allow him to.
He was strong.
Whole tribes were terrified of him.
He was invincible.
Or so he told himself.
He reiterated the rule to himself again.
He could win a million battles.
But couldn't afford to lose even one.
One day he would fall, he knew.
But it wasn't this day.
Today he was going to hunt.
Calling up the rage, he sprinted away towards his quarry.

There were 5 of them.
Well trained and well armed.
There was only him.

They didn't stand a chance...

Kel Thuzath was still alive at 12:23 AM
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The second Third Eye

He wiped the blood from his scimitars on his tunic.
He sprinted away form the scene of carnage.
But he didn't hear the wind in his face.
Nor his own breath.
All he heard was his own voice.
Asking questions no one else heard.

Yet another adversary defeated.
Was he lucky? God Blessed?
Or juz plain good?
Didn't matter.
On the field, there was no one he couldn't defeat.
He was, however, losing a battle on the inside.
He had so far hung on to his own philosophy.
Rules by which he led his life.
Seemingly noble on the outside.
Strong and stoic.
But he was starting to question those
rules by which he gave meaning to his existence.
Was it all a lie?
A lie he had told himself repeatedly till
it rang true?
Was he simply too scared to embrace the realities of life
that he hid behind his hood and scimitars?
Did he really prefer the ceiling of stars?
Or was he afraid of company elsewhere?

And a second question he dared ask himself.
If all he thought to be true was a lie indeed,
did it matter as long as things were turning out fine?
As long as he was alive, no one came to harm,
What was wrong with his current stoic existence?
Shunned by many,
He sought comfort in his abilities with his blades.
He was content with this life.
Others were untroubled by his presence.
Or lack of.

He couldn't.
It was innate in him to seek the truth.
He couldn't live a lie. Even a white one.
Was this finally a truth he couldn't handle?

The moon had started its wane and still he ran.
Consumed with his inner turmoil.
Other enemies, he could kill or run from.
But try as he might, he couldn't outrun himself.
Couldn't run faster and further than the voice in him...

Kel Thuzath was still alive at 7:24 PM
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Renewal
Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think theres nothin' to live for
I almost break down and cry
Somtimes I think I'm crazy
I'm crazy, oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when
I look into her eyes

Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
Cuz sometimes it feels like
the world's almost over

People make jokes,
cuz they don't understand me
They just don't see my real side
I act like shit don't phase me,
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when
I look into her eyes


Slut...

Kel Thuzath was still alive at 6:54 PM
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The First Third Eye

He sat absorbing his solitude.
His stocism was starting to crack.
His rage was simmering down.
Nothing to hide behind.
And too afraid to face the world.
Not afraid that he is too weak.
Instead afraid what he might do.
How he might cause harm.
He knew he couldn't be hurt.
He was invincible.
Try as they might, they couldn't break through.
But he no longer has anything to hide behind...
Nothing but solitude.
Where he has no one to hide from.
Noone but himself.

'They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast'

Kel Thuzath was still alive at 7:12 PM
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You scored as Nihilism. Your life is marked by strong Nihilism: You feel that nothing in the world, even your life, has much or any meaning. "For out of fear and need each religion is born, creeping into existence on the byways of reason." "There are no facts, only interpretations." ?Every belief, every considering something-true, is necessarily false because there is simply no true world? --Friedrich Nietzsche More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page... Nihilism 85% Hedonism 75% Existentialism 70% Justice (Fairness) 65% Kantianism 60% Utilitarianism 55% Strong Egoism 40% Divine Command 35% Apathy 10% What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03) created with QuizFarm.com

Kel Thuzath was still alive at 6:55 PM
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Dead as dead can be
The doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him
Ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability
To become my PERFECT ENEMY

Wake up and face me
Don't play dead
'cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say
'You disappoint me'
Maybe you're better off this way
Leaning over you here
Cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection
Of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become my PERFECT ENEMY

Kel Thuzath was still alive at 6:02 PM
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