There was a time where I saw the world as everyone else. I was just like you, give or take some anger. I don't know why I changed... But I did. Was it for the greater good, well that's up to me, but the pain is unbearable. A first I was suffering, then I began to see the world in color. I noticed details that I cannot explain. The sights that followed were angelic, and horrific. I could see the dead being risen from the grave, ressurected into Elysium... But I also saw the path in which was used most. The path downwards to the "infinite abyss" was so wore down and crowded. I could see the pain in their blank eyes, watching the minority rise into the light, where they are to spend the rest of infinity doing so. An eternity in the shadows, chasing the light cast by others, but never reaching it. As I wake into the world of reality, I realize what I've just seen. I saw the world of chance. Chance, in which, sickens the heart of the the soul who knows. Frightens the mind of a man who has seen the world as it is: In multiple dimensions. I was so ignorant to think of the world as a singularity, and didn't even realize that the reason people lose themselves to the world, is because they have been clamed by another. How many worlds lay where ours does? How many places can be achieved in the process of fate? Is life not a ranking, only to be determined through trial and error? If so, then I am left with one question... Where do I lay in the process? How many realities have I been through? Where am I going?
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Bright Eyes
PoetryThey see the despair that no one else knew about. They cry the burden they were born to bear. Some of them change the world. Some of them die trying. When they looked into my eyes, they envied them... But they didn't know the pain dealt, by my Brigh...
