deaths laughter
i seen the world around me...i see the cut towards my hand...so straight...so smooth..it brings pain to reaslize i have not placed that cut...God wants me dead as well...they cannot fix me...only one can and that person...is in thy own conflict..but darkness surrounds me...their closing in...i cannot hold that strong faith or hope any more..i need a hand to hold...i need that person to be my light and banish these demons...but will she do it....or throw me into the dark and make me becomes deaths puppet..his laughter...his puppet...it is her choice...throw me into the chambers of hell so that she may move on..or hold me as tight as she can and be brighter then before...that light..to send those creatures back to hell...my mind grows weak..yet i still hold her pillars and mine, less she knows that...my body grows weaker as their collapsing upon me, but still i do so...i was angry before of her actions..possibly where i am right now..in a bed...she says shes sorry...haha!..doesnt she know? i already forgave her from the moment i met her..but now its time for action..will she??
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