I sit in a hopeless dilution which is so unbearably dark and pitifuly cold. Yet all the while, I painfully yearn for the neverending flow of precious yet fragile tears to wipe away my childish fears. In a losing battle I gasp for clean crisp air and yet no such thing is there. Instead I breath in a disgusting, rotten stentch so strong that even the most powerful would trade anything for cleansiness. My shaky hands go straight towards my quivering lips; As if that will help comfort me. A sharp pain rips through my boiling veins. Air becomes thick like the fear in a dying deer's sadened eyes. Reason and logic slowly drift from my body and mind. A painful sorrow takes over every last inch of my life; I feel death approaching. I do not know what i feel; It could be glee like the joyful expression on a mother's face after she has looked upon her newborn babe. Then again it could be fear like the fear hidden in feaverish soldiers who try to be brave. Or it could be a sick mixture of both. I do not know if I should fear what is to come. Or should I welcome death the way dawn welcomes dusk? Yet this I do know and will always hold close to me: My best friend stood by me, My friends made life tolerable, My family reached out to me, My tears comforted me as the beautifully shaped stars relaxed me, And no matter what God guided me and was there for me every step of the way. So, I suppose I should just go. I will show little fear fore I know all that I love will always hold dear. So, Good Night to you all and may you have a wonderful life.
Reason for writing:
Actually I'm not sure why I wrote this.
I'm pretty sure I was watching Braveheart at the time...that kinda got me going...so I wrote...ooo la la...mel gibson!!(o:
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