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| Contemplating the destruction Lesser reduction Fight for existance Fight the extinction Instance of instinct Regret of my fantasy Nothing that I can see Realize that I'm a monster Shun the part of master Realize the lesson Lesser than closer And this I recite Meaning of unknown Meaning alone I can't take the word anymore, Won't want to recite anymore, Lonely, empty Pointless insanity One last rant of me Won't hear me anymore, I'm ascending to where I need to go But it's not my choice Because destiny's a bitch! I'll finally recite, What I wrote a year ago, This very night, And then I'll be gone for the rest of time, Once I say that final line. |
| As I sit here, I remember my past I remember family and friends As I sit here, I hope I last Remembering the pain that doesn't end Sometimes I think I'm off the wall Hoping someone catches my fall Struggling to remember family and friends But only find the pain that doesn't end When I'm done, I'll just rot I remember my very last shot, Can't remember family and friends Only the pain that doesn't end Trying to prevent my very own death Can't predict my final breath Need some comforting everyday Wishing the pain can go away As I scream I hear an echo Hoping that I can never let go This will be my final stand Giving into all demands This will be my final stand Could my life be more bland This will be my final stand I just wish it were more grand As I lay here, I remember friends It lasts very short and then it ends. I lie down and start to weep Life on the line, so I can't sleep. |
| Staring at a puddle of water. Watching it's reflection, watching a manslaugter, staring into the eyes of a sick freak. The reflection is mine, reflecting what I had to do to get my life back on track. And the funny thing is, it was never on track to begin with. I got so caught up in the fact that I needed to recall my childhood, that I never began to grasp the fact I'm not a child anymore. I was meant for something much more special than childhood. But how come it doesn't feel so special. But, you know it's hard to say goodbye to thngs you never liked. That is the meaning of my life. My philosophy be damned into a Heaven of Fury. I never meant it to be this way, but I should have gave into there every whim. But that wouldn't be fulfilling. I'll take this chance, get up, make a stand. It's my turn to cleanse myself. I need this more than I ever needed anything before. And I'm afraid that I will screw it up, but I can take my chances, what have I got to lose? My life, I lost that years ago, that's a petty excuse to stop. I'll make the best of my last meal, half dead rats and some sewer water, not exactly the last meal I wanted. As I advanced into the night, I looked around, I found an old jump rope on the floor. I grabbed it, held it tight, and threw it as far as I could. I made sure that I never see a single jump rope again. I looked to the sky, the bright, starry night, I cherished the last thought of it. I saw the bright, bright moon, seeming to get closer and closer, and the only hope racing through my head was that it would crash into the Earth. It was at that moment I knew what I saw that day, the bright purple flames, the loud yells of mothers and fathers alike, children in the street engulfed in those purple flames, I was watching the final day. And the pink flames surrounded me, but they weren't touching my skin. Ironic isn't it, and unknown sacrifice throughout my life would be just the thing to keep me alive. Irony was never my strong suit. But it isn't what is unknown that matters, it's what is forgotten that is truly what haunts me. |
And I thought to myself -Freedom- |
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