Darkness screaming to me day and night. Lies echo in my head.
Telling tales of my countless failures, of my endless hypocrisies.
Shame comes to slowly drown me, creeping softly to my ear.
Death is painted as release. An end to suffering, and the penance
for all I am. My feet lead me onward, across paths I know
too well, to the dark and vile places of my soul. Anger rages
inside me. Hate for this world, and hate for myself. no words
of comfort soothe the anguish writhing in my heart. I must
end this, destroy this daily struggle. Purpose now set in my
step, as my pace quickens to seek a means of killing these
thoughts. Air rushes into my lungs as the walk becomes a
sprint. Running faster and faster to that desired peace.
The cliff ahead welcomes me, shining brilliantly in the raging
storm. The precipice stands before me as blackness surges
down below, screaming of its endless torment. What peace
is this? What end is this to suffering? My eyes turn
backwards, to what I'm running from. To the man whose
eyes I cannot meet. To Him whose love I don't deserve.
He speaks to me, showing me the price He paid. Shame
subsides and the lies in my head fall silent. "Why are you
still trying to fight what you cannot kill?" "Leave this place
behind, come to me and live."
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