Simply because of humanity itself, I can no longer sleep, I fear waking into a realm of unseen torture. I wish not to wake sometimes because I know something horrid's gonna happen and most times i'm right. Finding a shoulder for comfort is tough for an outcast now-a-days, even with the excess sympathy I hate receiving, sometimes, I realized I must accept it. I have this repetitive nightmare. Fleeting light, death's embrace...O so cold, this one song called Meant To Live by Switchfoot playing in the background. My friends killed in the ways I could only imagine, sick and cruel demonic souls who I can only determine as those who hate me, taking all I love as the ultimate torture, teaching me that I can uphold neither Honor nor Love, a ghastly voice tells me I shall be the voice of deception and I cry against, and thats when I wake up covered in sweat and heaving for air, once or twice I ended up bleeding. There are much more details but I need a trained shrink to hear those. So why have I hopped withing the Arms of Sorrow, unable to see humanity as another man does, why must I see Chivalry as Undead and not alive like the other men, why am I different, Where did God go, Why are there so many ******** questions and no one to answer them?
 Nocturnal Majesty · Tue Feb 16, 2010 @ 06:56am · 0 Comments |
