It is time to face the leviathan, to accept my punishment for the wrong I have done, my deeds have been laid bare, and my sins are awaiting punishment, and I deem this necessary because my mind can handle no more nightmares, the desolate places in my soul can handle no more torment, what am I? Or rather, who am I? I have ran away for a long time, and I can no longer, I will die a tired man. And as I ponder of things bright and beautiful, I find there is no place amongst the angels for me, I have come to terms with that fact, loneliness has served as an enemy most bitter, I only wish for the peace of mind the ignorant are given. When I finally do die, will close friends and family crowd my bedside, or will I die alone, only time will tell. Good morning or evening as the case may be, and as always...thanks for reading.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 09:01:27 +0000