Independence breeds pure stupidity
and drunkeness.
The smoke in the air
is billowing with anger.
The result
of this celebration,
is a man
kicking sand
into a child's face.
He inhales,
sand enters his lungs,
takes his last breath away.
The last glimpse of life
is the greatest sunset,
everlasting,
diminishing
before heavy eyelids.
His tragedy is marked
by explosions.
The signal
of death's arrival.
The last memories
of an unfulfilled life.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Cease Your Expectations
My ending
wasn't so bad.
A violent,
yet peaceful closure
for a cursed,
yet wonderful life.
The afterlife
is another story.
There's no happiness,
no sadness,
no laughter,
no anger,
no love,
no life,
nothing.
I'm just
a wandering soul,
drifting through
continuing lives,
watching
and waiting for an
eternal slumber
that might not ever come.
They
were all wrong.
I have long since
doubted
the presence of heaven,
of hell,
anywhere I can be held
as a prisoner
for an eternity.
Now
it's my reality.
Perhaps,
I'm contiuously searching
for a new life,
a new way back
to the living.
Perhaps,
I'll never make it.
My soul
will continue to drift
and search
until I meet the begginning
because
there is no end,
no eternal slumber,
and for all those years
I believed there was,
I wasted.
I should have lived in the moment,
instead of constantly worrying
about my future.
I should have,
I should have,
I should have...
forever
ceased my expectations.
wasn't so bad.
A violent,
yet peaceful closure
for a cursed,
yet wonderful life.
The afterlife
is another story.
There's no happiness,
no sadness,
no laughter,
no anger,
no love,
no life,
nothing.
I'm just
a wandering soul,
drifting through
continuing lives,
watching
and waiting for an
eternal slumber
that might not ever come.
They
were all wrong.
I have long since
doubted
the presence of heaven,
of hell,
anywhere I can be held
as a prisoner
for an eternity.
Now
it's my reality.
Perhaps,
I'm contiuously searching
for a new life,
a new way back
to the living.
Perhaps,
I'll never make it.
My soul
will continue to drift
and search
until I meet the begginning
because
there is no end,
no eternal slumber,
and for all those years
I believed there was,
I wasted.
I should have lived in the moment,
instead of constantly worrying
about my future.
I should have,
I should have,
I should have...
forever
ceased my expectations.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Execution
The plan
was laid out
in a manner
of seconds.
There was no loopholes,
no escape.
It was perfect
through and through.
The perfect plot
for a murder.
I was going to kill him.
My hallucinatory mind
was set on it.
He was a dead man
trying
to mock the living.
His words,
his actions,
his presence
managed to irritate me
this much.
I felt,
in between
the toilet growing
and my skin melting,
the overwhelming urge
to strangle the life out of him
and bury him
in the woods.
He had to suffer.
He had to die.
I was his
executioner.
was laid out
in a manner
of seconds.
There was no loopholes,
no escape.
It was perfect
through and through.
The perfect plot
for a murder.
I was going to kill him.
My hallucinatory mind
was set on it.
He was a dead man
trying
to mock the living.
His words,
his actions,
his presence
managed to irritate me
this much.
I felt,
in between
the toilet growing
and my skin melting,
the overwhelming urge
to strangle the life out of him
and bury him
in the woods.
He had to suffer.
He had to die.
I was his
executioner.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
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