In the darkness a man is supposed to make a difficult decision. Even if that decision is life or death even then the world becomes more difficult than it already is. But when your soul is tortured through the years of torment. It makes you think not clearly and not rationally. But it does make you think is life truly worth saving is life worth all the punishment. That answer I cannot provide
But one thing that is true the shadows and darkness that you surround yourself. Those are your true friends the only true friends will never know. The only ones that you need but still you are forced to wear a smile every day. And it is still not enough for those who are the ones that you wear the smile for. But deep down your tormented and tortured pain and sorrow seeps through the skin. Forcing the truth that lies with in your soul that you can never run from. You can try to run but somehow and some way it always finds you. Always picking at you little voice inside your head telling you what is right and what is wrong
Over and over until it comes as plain as a song. Of everyday life but life itself digs through the flesh like a maggot. A maggot that digs through the blood and bone of once that was you. But it is not you anymore. As the worms and flies lie upon your body as you always felt. After every shred of humanity has left your nothing but a hollow shell. Shell that has no guilt and no remorse something that pain cannot course. As your lens or torn by the power of the warhorse. You think to yourself how can this get any more worse. And how can you stop it many people put in to gesture. How suicide may be the answer but I'm here to tell you it's not it may take your soul from the body. But it cannot heal the pain still lingers
The one thing that you know is real. The one thing that you cannot deny as you stare death right in the eye. But don't cry my friend for this is not the end. For life and death and only begins before it truly ends. Four is enough is enough saying that life is too rough and too tough. But as a empty thought runs through your shallow brain. The grave is not shallow enough to feel the cleansing rain. So when you go through your daily routine and life in vain. Just remember your thoughts are not always Mondean. As life and pain will be the only thing that your blood will stain
