In the end a venom cold reaches me. I am the left over ashes of something someone though as great. Now only the prisoner of my own despair. A fox is a free spirit, but soon becomes prisoner of what they wished the most. So I hate myself, but the outcome is only that I will strive to kill myself from with in more. Softly the breezes pass and remind me of a past love, a past dream, or a past wonder. Now all that is only nullified into something trivial, something unwanted, something despised. I am exactly what I said I would become, not because i made it so it went that way, but only because I knew how I was at heart, I knew in the end my fate would always be more grim than the days I leave behind. So i continue hating myself onwards, but live only to see how much more punishment I will receive before I die. A punishment I fear and know I deserve, I am nothing more than an atrocious beast who belongs in the hell it creates, desolate, abysmal, deprived, ill willed, and dark.
 Vulpi_Phasmatis · Fri Apr 16, 2010 @ 04:08am · 0 Comments |
