I'm bound to break
Yet they ask for more.
These voices in my head says,
'I need to be the fool.'
"Should I?" I asked myself
And paused as the clock ticks.
If I help them will they help me?
If I don't will they smite me?
Then I came to a conclusion,
"I will not be the fool, but the hero"
Every ounce of strength I accumulate,
I gave one final push, one final thrust.
With their salvation, I found my rest.
With their exit, I found my entrance.
They may see me as the fool,
But I know by myself I died the hero.
I lie on the ground bare and cold
But I felt warm and satisfied.
Life is draining out of me I knew that.
Slowly, I closed my eyes.
As I enter another realm to start over again
I will hold close the memory
Of those whom I held dear
And sacrificed my life for.
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RandomAn outlet for all negatives. Just a way to relieve stress. Poetry. Monologues. Rants. Its all here. Randomly felt and randomly writtten. That's it.
