Saturday, November 14, 2009

Seventh Scribe: Reflection

Every ounce of sin I feel against my soul, sitting in the darkness is what I seem to do best...avoiding attention while the world surpasses me. Why can't I be a part of it?? Only separation defines my life...is it really worth living?

I always see the light, the target, the goal... I'm always so close, like it is almost in my reach..but somehow I never fully get there. Its as if some extraordinary factor exists that aims to destroy me. It pulls me back just that little more, to make me suffer but not give up..an endless torture. I wish I could break free, I wish joy was eternal...

If time could rewind, everything would change...
Why do I constantly demote myself? I don’t do it intentionally, it natural...
The subconscious magnet towards doom, I feel its strength within me..

-Everyone wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die