I'm done.
I'm tired of losing the fight I did not intend on fighting.
To long have I been waiting for another day to fly by, so that, yes I may not enjoy the pleasurable rays of the sun, but skip the pain that follows.
No longer will I be beaten for being a neutral party; a mutual citizen.
The voices warned me to fight back before the pain kicked in... But I didn't listen.
I ignored my selfconcious so that I may live in the lie that I have helped hide.
This world is not the last.
The possibilities of what I could be have haunted me for many years, and many more to come.
No.
Let me be the teacher, in which I DEMAND class to begin session.
No longer will they pull me down, with the mass of there sin.
Nevermore shall they drag me down to hell, in which they belong.
I will end this.
Demons, Hellions, and Monstrosities roam the streets knowing I am out there, but unaware of what I have found myself to be capable of.
I crawl into the shadows; the gateway to the depths in which they came, and fo for the kill.
By the neck, his head downwards, coil my vain-stricken hands around his neck, and send him back to the realm of darkness.
The road of burden is no more.
I have decided.
Tonight, I will kill myself, so that I may bask in the world in which they lurk not.
The clock striketh eleven and my dagger stricketh my heart.
The light.
So calming, peaceful and... Perfect.
Until it is pulled from my grasp. The darkness swarms around me.
Abyss.
Nothing.
Void.
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Bright Eyes
PoesíaThey 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...
