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just another poem


Slowly I walk, with tired eyes watching the shell of the world.

I hear the laughter and know it's only fleeting, I see the life and in a glimpse watch all that they know turn to ash.

Is this my cure to see, to feel? To know the endless horrors of the world.

I walk this waking nightmare never seizing to end the pain and lamentations of my waking world.

My only freedom is death, yet it never comes, passing over me as you would pass over an unwanted trinket.

So I sit, and wait, and I watch the spiraling endless lies that those who like foresight refuse to see.

There is no peace, there is no joy.

There is nothing more the ever moving ever changing chaos that grips the stars.

We are but a speck with nothing more to show then our indifference.

Can we ever be said to truly be alive?

why?

I nearly died today, and all I can do is wonder why, as i slammed into the truck I realized there is nothing and no one waiting for me. There will be no sad faces as a funeral, I'm just another in marked grave waiting to happen. As I limped away I...

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late night madness

Here I sit the broken shell of a man, I try to sleep but the waking world shall not set me free, all I am is trapped by my insanity. I close my eyes and darkness there, hopes and fears and pain beyond anything I have to compare it to. Alone, sad...

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