Dear Agony

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I heard a cry so silent, so despairing.. 

It was agonizing


The hunger that revealed desperation that occured for help wasn't too loud of a call


but I landed on the concrete with my bloody knees


and my shaking hands.



I have been crying silently for the majority of my life; all of these years....


But what I didn't know what would come after..


Was it given to me by the pleasure of the demon that lives on my shoulder


or by the punishment of my existence by my presence?


I was doomed, I knew it


I died right then and there as I was born. 


I can't be reborn when I die


I'll just die all over again


So I could rest in heavenly peace, twice.


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