Tuesday, October 9, 2007

To die

We are who we are. So many reasons, causes.

They will burn the prophet.

Won't they?

So much pain and loneliness. So much good too, but I don't want to see it. Do I like pain?

Sadistic pervert.


So what?

I wish I could one day say that without fear. "So what?"

My body is tired and weak. My search for love is in vain. To die. To die I wish.

What was the point of this burden called life...no point, no purpose.

Oh, the magic of silence I forgot. A soothing balm. I'll try that.

Jealousy and opposition is what I face. They will burn the prophet. Can I escape?

I think not.

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