Is it so wrong to hate the things that brought joy in the past, because the mere thought of them, only brings on such a deep sinking feeling of despair, that you fear at times , that you can not go on ? Wishing just to erase all memory, all feeling from your being, and just go through life as a numb shell? Life I say...I should have said existance. For life has a way of being little more than a fleeting thought, drowning in a sea of torment. A flash that quickly spirals out of control, and comes crashing to the floor, shattering like an ole windowpane in a worn-out condemed building, doomed for the wrecking ball. Time , ticking off the final moments of mortality, slowly winding down, dying out, then becoming silent. Like the screams in ones mind.... skull splitting, yet unable to be given true voice.
About Me
- Bret
- Alone I sit in this darkned room...Mind wanders , thoughts explode forth from the deep recesses of my mind. What has become of my life? What have I realy accomplished? When the time comes and I am nothing more then rotting flesh , what is there I will ever be remembered for ?...Not A Damned Thing I am afraid. The thought of this sickens me.. Has it all just been a waste?
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