zayd-creates - Tumblr blog

[zayd-creates]

Running To The Grave Of God

"Die, and let me die peacefully. I will never get to the gates of heaven, i know that. But I will always rule hell and nobody can take over that."

In my story, Sanny(the devil) in later parts, convinces Andreas to rule hell. But this leads to his death, because a mortal can never become the ruler of hell. By dying, Andreas becomes immortal. Sanny however ceases to exist, which he wanted for himself but couldnt until he found his replacement, Andreas. This is the context for this dialogue

[zayd-creates]

And Even Monsters Fall In Love We didn't event want love. We just wanted somebody who would listen to us.

[zayd-creates]

So, is this what loving a bad person feels like? Sometimes, we used to ask each other. Do you love me? Will you love me forever. Now, I think, we should have asked this to ourselves.

-Zayd

[zayd-creates]

So, is this what loving a bad person feels like?

In the darkest depths of her mind, she still loved him. And sometimes, he loved her too.

-Zayd

[zayd-creates]

And Even Monsters Fall In Love

Is this my unbecoming? Unravelling everything I have became? Why do I love somebody who will never love me back? Somebody who has nothing in common with me? This is my unbecoming, my untangling and I shall never be the same again.

-Zayd

[zayd-creates]

The Sun and The Moon

Painting by Zayd Ahmad

[zayd-creates]

impossibility of being a human

it's impossible to be a human, without dying inside or thinking, of being dead,

mushrooms growing in a damp, garden, spread slowly, throughout, the field, burning away the land, taking over it.

so do the thoughts of dying, or feeling, dead inside. spread throughout, our brain, till we put a gun, to it.

[zayd-creates]

And Even Monsters Fall In Love

It brings me no joy to be a bad person which I so often become. It is not because of joy that I make you cry and leave you alone. It is just what I have known my whole life. The joy of loving somebody without getting hurt, is a joy I have yet to seek.

-Zayd

[zayd-creates]

So, is this what loving a bad person feels like? You pull me from light to darkness. You corrupt my soul and I love it. You are the devil in flesh but are still more human than most of us. Who are you, wandering spirit? Are you the absinthe I drank, the tobacco I smoked, or the tears I cried before it all?

[zayd-creates]

"So, do you drink blood?" Andreas asked the devil, "Eww, no. Too bitter for my taste. I don't even drink. I like to get people drunk though." "I love to drink. Blood and Beer." Andreas replied, smiling. "Mmm. I prefer a good pot of coffee instead." The devil, laughed. "So, what's your name? Lucifer? Beelzebub? Paimon?" Andreas looked at him, taking off his glasses. "Oh, no, no, none of that. Those are like the old demons. I am Sanny. The Lord of Nobody. I am the new demon."

From My Upcoming Book, "Walking Along God's Cemetery"

[zayd-creates]

You have given up on love. You have given up life. You have given up on God. You have lost whom you loved the most-even if it was not a human. You are no longer a happy person. You are a shell of what you could be. You prayed to God but your cries reached the Devil. Perhaps God is nobody but the nightmare of a stray demon? Perhaps humans act so grisly, because they are not the son of a benevolent God rather the son of Evil. And hence, as a father, I shall revive your dog, only if you choose to never spread my word. For the devil doesn't need a scripture. Your human urges are scripture enough. -The Devil's Opening Words To Andreas From My Upcoming Book. -Zayd

From My Upcoming Book, "Walking Along God's Cemetery"

[zayd-creates]

Godless And Loveless

I heard all men and women are loved by God, Well I disagree-strongly, There are some men, some men, that nobody likes, Nobody sits by, nobody talks to, They sit all day, numbing their pain, with work, work, work, Constantly in motion, reaching nowhere, Sinning and partaking in delights, Suffering through the darkest nights, And nobody asks them, how they are, what are they doing, Nobody cares, Are they also loved by God? The same way everybody is? And what is love anyways? But a drunken stupor, without any delight.

[zayd-creates]

Mistakes

Slowly burning away, my life blows into oblivion, There is nothing but the sweet release of death, That can pardon me from endlessly repeating my days, And crying at the end why I did I repeat my mistakes, Why didn't I learn from my past instead of numbing it away, There is nothing left of me in myself anymore, I am nothing but a coffin without a body stored.

-Z.A

[zayd-creates]

Corpses

The corpses walk, In the plainland, There is nothing left, In the graveyard, Of my soul, Their is nothing left, anymore.

-Z.A