I shall move from where I am to different places, to different worlds. Nobody can stop me from doing what I want, what I will, what I can do. Because it is inherent in my nature to do what I must, what I need, what I can. What you can do is nothing as I move along the road. Everything is inconsequential, every drop of sympathy goes down the drain as I move along with my head held high, with my breath coming in ragged gasp. But it is all different now. Everything is Different.
It is Different.
Different.
Now what I say falls on death ears while I become the one that is inconsequential. As I fall deeper, as I spiral deeper within, everything changes, everything becomes clearer. That I will lose this battle, for everything I want. My dream, my hopes, my life. Because all that I have, that I once possesed is now gone. Is all melted down. Is all worthless in the world I realised I'm living in. As everyone smile, I smile. But that physical twitching of muscles is nothing compared to the turmoil that boils, that broils, that threatens to tip the balance and throw me into a prison within my own mind. Within my own soul. within what I have, what I posses. What I have lost.
Lost.
Lost.
Everything that I once have is all gone for the better or for the good. That is also inconsequential is it not. Heck and to hell with everything that goes against me, the current. Or am I the one whos going against the majority. The water, the tears, the blood shall drip endlessly on the ground unheard of, silently. Nobody will know anything. Because all is ignorant, ignorant is all. And I will be pushed back, pushed behind, pushed away, killed, suffocated by everything outside. Killed by myself.
Killed.
Dead.
As everything falls down lifeless. As blow after blow ravage my soul, destroy my entire being. As my life seeps away. Everything becomes meaningless. The world turns while I stop moving. I become motionless. Motionless with the arrival of death. The anguished screams shall tear apart the fabric of the world and I will become inside out. I will become inside out. I will become inside out.
I will move along this broken path, salvaging whatever I have. However little. I shall move in isolation. While the parallel road turn away. As I walk alone down the road of death toward the phantom, I will remember about all the times before. All the joys before. All that I have lost because of myself. Because I have only myself to blame. The shadow will descend and I will welcome it. I am dead. A zombie. A bleeding, wailing monstrosity that will cease to exist.
The doors open,
The wind is released.
The gale shall discern,
while death gives his kiss.
As the world plummets,
I become ravaged.
As the sun sets,
I become caged.
Will nothing be the same anymore?
Will nothing surface to Destroy?
Will there be no peace forevermore?
Will there be endless, endless ploys?
The blood will flow,
The tears will sow,
a field that is cold,
I will freeze.
It is in the chilling depths of hell,
that I will than realise.
That life itself is more precious than worthless,
that I will want to live again.
But time would have passed,
the clock cannot turn back.
Everything will be a farce,
a parody that is grotesquely black.
Time will not go back.
Time will not turn back.
Time will never turn back.
Death will come. Life will not increase.
Live it.