JOURNAL: ChiseTheAngelOfDeath

  • Worthless in the end 2004-08-02 20:05:38 This is a poem I have written...

    I stand here all alone and looking into my self I now understand my fear. Nothing is ever right any more and now it seems I am wasting away into the night of a thousand grains of sand. This knife I hold is now soaked with my red blood pouring through my sliced veins. What will you do now that I am leaving this all behind and moving on? What shall I think of as my heart begins to slow and my head begins to swirl? Is it that I have nothing left to do, no where left to go now that I will leave this all behind me? My vision is consumed with the never ending darkness, my ears hear nothing and my voice no longer screams for help as I fall into my self. Gone. Never returning to the life I knew. Will you think of me now that I am gone and you can no longer see my face or the look in my fading blue eyes?

    I don’t see a white light glowing there to guide me to another realm. All I see is darkness every where I turn. Every door I open brings new fear to my heart and now I am lost on my way to a new life. Please return to me and show me the way out of this never ending nightmare I am living in. What have I done to deserve this touchier of pain and suffering? Is it because I have taken back what was stolen from me so long ago by those hidden in the depths of the shadows I have lived in for those many years? Or is it the effect of my choice and my last thoughts and word I have spoken to those I have cared for? I hear a voice calling out my name and I turn to face nothing but the darkness. A fire is burning right in front of me, I reach out to touch it and it vanishes from my sight. What will happen now that I have left all my help in the realm of the living and since the darkness claim my worthless life?
     
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