The Immortal Uselessness

Dear Deadman.

I can see what your thinking. Your useless emotions and unimportant feelings.

Your lust for those that you cannot and must not touch, those that frown upon the looking and the even idea of the existence of feelings towards them. She finds you interesting because you are not like the others that have used and abused her for their own needs. She sees that you will not abuse her but I think she knows of your feelings. I believe this is why she distances herself from you though she would never admit it to you.

She has no feelings for you or towards you and she sees you as separation of her reality because she believes that all that which is around her wishes her harm. But not you. You have something that she doesn't understand in humanity. You have respect.

The only thing is, Deadman, she doesn't want respect because she doesn't feel entitled to it. She sees herself as I see humanity. Weak and useless. But you know what? I actually like her, because she has respect for you and in part, me. Even if she despises me for hating you.

So, Deadman, I know that you want her to know how much she means to you but are scared of them knowing that there is anything remotely lustful about it. She will eventually find out and on that day she will learn to hate you as I do.

Until that day, Mr. Riley.

I Remain,

Rev. James Tiberius Hinckleton, III

The Commensurate Indignation

Dear Friend,

I fear I have been remiss. You see when I come to you I seem to only whine and mewl. These insolent people that I associate with only ever seem to disappoint me. Of course, that is bar a select few. Before I have refused to give names to you but this one time they deserve the full extent of credit given.

First there is the Blonde. Her name is Hannah, and she is by far one of the greatest people I have ever met. There has always been a speed bump for me where she is concerned and it is because of that I have resolved to surrendering to my least admirable state for her. She will forever be the first I had the guts to tell.

Then there is The Sister-In-Law(ish). Her name is Scarlet and she is simply one of the kindest and most down to earth people I know. Though I don't know her incredibly well, I will forever consider her a friend even if the family tie breaks. I am glad that I have become friends with her.

The two that are never seen apart. They are Beth and Niamh. Though the latters name baffles you these two never fail to make me laugh. Even though we are still at that stage in our friendship that I am telling them stories.

Finally there is the person who is currently the closest friend I have, and the one I have been friends with the longest. Michael, Co-founder of Geribel (even though neither of us really know what it means) we have been friends for about 9(ish) years now and the most part of that has been ridiculously fun. Games, Films and Education. Geribel.

Without these people my life would have little to no meaning.

I remain,

The Deadman

The Grand Dissolution

Dear Friend.

I had a revelation today. It occurred to me that even though we, as a society, see beauty and strength as power I have seen that the truth is quite different. It seems to me that the true power comes from the ability to outwit or out talk another. The majority of us humans will seek to harm others when to harm one is to garner vengeance from their kin, leading to commensurate reactions.

The greatest power falls to him who can be given the choice to subjugate and refuse it. True and great power will fall on him who can reign unopposed not through fear but respect. For example, we see Putin who wouldn't admit he wishes to rule but will oust those who oppose him, we see Kim Jong-Un who would punish those who do not respect him and we see al-Assad who sees his position as destiny and will call for groups who oppose him to dissolve. Yet none of these men have true power. These men believe themselves above others but no man can achieve true power without accepting that no one is greater than anyone else.

Even in these free countries we are ruled by politicians who reign using false promises. Promises they could never keep. These are the men with the least power of all so they must give themselves as much power as they can. This so called veto that Cameron has with the European Union isn't for us, it is for him. It is to give him more power, pure and simple. He can shield it with the falsities of saying it is for the interest of Britain but all you have to do it look at the things he vetoed to see it is to stop the EU from making decisions for him.

In my opinion we give too much power to one person and that is what causes all the worlds problems.

The world is resting on a very thin wooden bridge above an active volcano.

All it will take is one wrong step.

I Remain,

The Deadman

The Countdown

Dear Friend,

As the clock start to count down to The Lifting, I find myself distracted yet again. My distractions lie in my view of others. It is a curse to understand the workings of others minds by the view of postings and the microexpressions on their faces. I find it most distracting to see their faces change when they lie to me. It is the sole reason that I become insulted by some. The thing that makes it worse is that I'd rather not tell the people that lie to me that it insults me because I daredn't in case it made them feel bad.

It effects me most when it is those closest to me that lie to me, even if it is a small and insignificant lie. I am insulted that they feel the need to lie to me, It's not like I'd become upset about the truth. There is a reason that I do not lie and that is because it is rude... Rudeness is Epidemic.

Lying is the most offensive thing that people could do to me.

It is like a dagger to my soul.

I Remain,

The Deadman

The Pale Horse

Dear friend

You told me once of my destiny, of my life to come. You told me that on the day that you lift the veil I would be one of the four that you push into the world. You told me that on the day that the lamb is unleashed to the world outside our window I would answer only to a statement of invitation. You said, come and see.

You called the first quarter of my mind the ruler of my kingdom, the one that would raise my empire from the ashes of the phoenix on the bones of my enemies. You promised me conquest. You promised me a king to lead my followers into the light from the darkness of the veil.

You called the second that of a warrior. He would create the foundation for that empire, slaying my enemies for any injustice that they throw at us. He would push them into the pit of their ultimate demise, holding nothing but a long sword to thrust unto the chest of anyone who saw to deprive us of our empire.

The third part of me would use famine to my advantage, ruining crops and destroying the food supply into my enemies camps. He would judge those who would look to join us from their side and he would torture them who seek to deceive us by starving them and destroying their food in front of their faces.

Then you told me of my place, this final quarter of my mind would be my most prominent. You named me Deadman, and you told me that until the day comes that we lift that veil you would follow in my shadow, advising me and advancing my life as best you could. Then, when the day came, you would follow with me into my kingdom and sit with me on my throne above my empire of bones and place upon my head my crown of souls. Then we would rule over the world of men, vicariously watching others wither and die before me simply because they stood against me.

I am to be the Ultimate Horseman.

I am to be revealed.

I wait for you to say..

.. Come and See.

I remain,

The Deadman

Valentines Day

Dear Friend.

As time ticks down to Saint Valentines Day, I find myself on my own yet again realising to myself that I, unlike the grand majority, am unlovable. Every year I find myself losing my faith in my own life. I honestly cannot find anything to lighten my outlook on my future. I mean look at my crushes, they are seriously unrealistic. One is a beautiful blonde who could have anyone she pleased, one refuses to even talk to me and the other struggles to talk to me almost as much as I struggle to talk to her. I mean its not like I haven't tried to talk to these people its just that I never know the right things to say. To top this off I struggle to stop looking at them because my mind tells me that I need to know everything about their physical presence. If I could draw I would be able to draw everything about these three people even though I haven't seen everything about these three people.

I see everything about them, and they see nothing when they look at me.

What is the point.

I Remain, unfortunately.

The Deadman

The Moon that Ate the Stars

Dear Friend.

It has been so long since I last wrote and, by effect, since you last wrote to me.

I wish for you to know, my degenerative friend, that on the final hours that I will think of you are drawing near. Though you wish to control my life I believe that it will be me who gains the control in the end.

You asked me once who I thought you were. You asked whether I thought you weak. In fact, you knew that, even though it be slight, I idolised your ability to not fear any situation. You were like the moon. You were always cold, calm and calculated. You always knew what others were thinking, how others were going to act and even how their lives were going to pan out. On every occasion and event you tried to predict about people I knew you were right. The worst thing is, you knew you would be.

You are the moon that ate the stars, my friend, and that is not how I want to be any more.

This will not be the last time I write, but it will be the last time I call you my friend

Live well,

I Remain,

The Psycho_Deadman