With the bitter taste of failure in my mouth i feel the darkness rising within me and i cannot keep it chained down any longer.as the darkness grew so did the hatred feeding it. the hatred in my soul felt like a monster destroying me from the inside out keeping me on the edge of death but no closer. as the end drew nearer the beast became more agitated. i could feel the hatred of the beast like a fire inside me as if hell were manifested within me it felt like breathing in sulfur. and choking on the hatred in my heart i sealed my fate and released the darkness. unable to control the beast i became posesed with the hatred and pain of the countless lost souls. enough to give me the strength to pick up the gun. and even though my eyes were tightly closed in agony i could still see my hands trembling. searching to find the strength to do what must be done. i hear my heart beating sounding like the charred fists pounding on the gates of hell. i can feel my lungs burning desperatly searching for air but finding only the sulfur being emitted from the flames of hell. as i press the gun tighter to my chest i an forced to watch as my life is lain out b4 me forced to watch in horror as i an slowly consumed by the beast, the serpent. and now hidden in this dark corner of my room lost and alone with noone to turn to to trust or to love. with nothing to look forward to and no will to live i begin to cry. my crys. my soft crys of despair became louder and louder untill they became screams. screams that once you hear they will haunt ur mind 4 eternity tearing your sanity to shreds. replacing it with despair. and as my screams echoed through the emptyness i took my final breath and pulled the trigger. with that final sacrifice my screams were silenced forever. the dark walls of my room. my prison. the only safe place amidst the chaos of the outside world ran deep red with blood. the blood of someone with a tortured soul and noone to turn to. noone to trust. noone to love. blood that was spilled out in anger in despair. spilled out in defeat. the final sacrifice in hopes that my death will make ppl realize that they are slowly killing their brethren. in hopes that ppl can learn to see past themselfs to the suffering that they hav caused others. to force them to see that they are not the only ones who feel pain. they need to see that everybody needs someone to turn to someone to trust that everyone needs to love and to be loved. blood that was shed so that ppl can open their eyes for the first time and see true suffering. Suffering caused by their ignorance. suffering that i hope to save others from. blood that has marked the end of suffering. the end of bloodshed. my suffering. my blood. my soul.`
Posted on: Thu, 08 Aug 2013 00:13:11 +0000
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