I Have Something to Say
They always describe light as something beautiful; a positive radiance; a beacon of hope for those fallen to darkness.
But the light that I found is scorching my skin; blinding my eyes; a source of despair inviting all who seek healing.
I've let myself burn, basking in the flames. The fire only grows, an insatiable hunger driving its intent to reduce me to ash.
People know not to come near such peril, and see a lost cause as my skin blackens.
How can those few ask me not to seek the darkness that is Death? I'm just so over it all, now. I'm so sick of this pain. Sick of everything.
There is only so a mortal can give to the world, and only so much one can take from the world.
This society, these people, these 'friends', expect us all to be like machines. Another cog in a system. People can't be themselves without fear of being tossed in the trash as a broken cog.
Well, now I'm done being a part of the system. Toss me into the trash; into the darkness where true beauty lies; the unknown; the abyss full of mystery.
But the light that I found is scorching my skin; blinding my eyes; a source of despair inviting all who seek healing.
I've let myself burn, basking in the flames. The fire only grows, an insatiable hunger driving its intent to reduce me to ash.
People know not to come near such peril, and see a lost cause as my skin blackens.
How can those few ask me not to seek the darkness that is Death? I'm just so over it all, now. I'm so sick of this pain. Sick of everything.
There is only so a mortal can give to the world, and only so much one can take from the world.
This society, these people, these 'friends', expect us all to be like machines. Another cog in a system. People can't be themselves without fear of being tossed in the trash as a broken cog.
Well, now I'm done being a part of the system. Toss me into the trash; into the darkness where true beauty lies; the unknown; the abyss full of mystery.
