Dark Thoughts

As I lay here. Thinking of the day behind me, I realize that the world is full of cruel, yet amusing, tricks. Lies, deceit, heartbreak, reoccurrence of them all once more. The waves breaking on the shore covering up the lonely dead souls that have been carelessly tossed into the gaping mouth. It feeds on us… not heaven but the total opposite of all good dead things, the burning thrash of the hurt and abusive souls that fall instead of rise to their cause. Our own minds fogged by the ever continuing of hope and fate, its masked from the outside evil world that we wish not to seek, yet in the end we find our selves craving that attention no one should speak. The loss of souls to the fallen and the rush of adrenalin we get from watching this hellacious action. As we wait, waiting still, but no answer, feeling left there… wanting the attention, should we give in, let them take us over or take control of our pitiful days we call life. Sitting here thinking, just thinking, that’s all. I begin to let my mind wonder, wondering of things that most would be frightened of. But I felt for these morbid thoughts, spirits of mistakes, souls of murder, ghost of the unknown. These thoughts haunt me, but I cant awake from this nightmare, I’m caught in the middle of life and death. Still sitting, thinking, hoping for redemption, a second chance, I ask him for the second chance. He has no name, nor a face, no physical shape. His voice dark, yet reassuring, telling me, he cannot let me give up, telling me to keep going and never give in to the taunting. GET ADDICTED TO SOMETHING ABNORMAL, not known to many beings, be an individual, he yells in my face. I wake up, wash my face and continue living the new life that he has given me. Still haunted by the force with no face, he is clearly trying to tell me something, but this time I’m awake, I told him, I yelled to him, I will do as he says, I will be an individual. I have a feeling he doesn’t believe me. I try, yea I try, but it has never come easy to me, I simply answer him yes with a slight nod. I bow out, out into the bright blinding light, only to stumble upon a world blind to death, they believe they are still living, FOOLS, I whisper, hoping not to be heard. One slightly looks my way, it looks at me, up and down, his eyes burning with grieve, I know he understands, like me, he has gone through as many restless nights, unbelievable nightmares, and the most melancholy sights, one would never believe. I begin to walk backwards, I hit something, fall, and now the scene begins to change, it shouldn’t- I’m awake- the surroundings turn RED DEEP RED, the color of sin full blood. The ground is rather moist, moist from a force greater then the one before, greater then any one I’ve ever dealt with before. For he is the ruler of the heart, he tells us when to love or better yet when to hate. I watched him with open eyes, he spoke for the very first time. His voice, like no other mans, made me have chills, his fierce voice made it impossible to move away. I’m done, I say, listening to other people put me down. They have no say in who I am. I have a look of revenge on my face. I’m waiting for someone to push me too far. I’m tired of taking shit from people who don’t know me, or half the people they judge. When I awoke from that dream, I wasn’t normal any longer, no longer a lost soul with no purpose, but a person who has something to live for. To show people that there is another way to live life, not under the influence of others, but with courage, I, my self have gained. With these I hope I’m not forgotten.