The tears of time.
By Deviated09
A work inspired by The Prince's Gift of Suicide
I knew all was not right. The empty seat at the table, the pillow left
untouched. The clothes now put in to boxes for donation.
The
tug of these feelings of nothingness take me to new places. This place,
devoid of all warmth, seems to be my new home. Where am I?
I
regress into the placid nature inside all of us. My body now rejecting
all in it's defense. The eyes growing just a bit older every minute.
I have seen this in others before. I always thought you were so
piteful, why don't you try harder.. I understand now..
The ravenous
appetite to feel anything, if even just pain, one more time. The lack of
feeling now more deadly than the sharpest of razors. Why did you go?
I must know what it is like on the other side.. Can it truely be
so bright and chipper as they all say? Does it really matter how I get
there anyways?
With shaking hands, I'll make my own path in
life. Let me be with you once more, my love. You had my heart till the
end, even if that end is too soon.
I finally see what will
end this bottomless pit of nothingness, this numb eternity. I can feel
you better now. May the world not look on me with evil trespass.
As my body grows weaker, I now feel more than ever. The numbness gone,
I can finally relax. Just let me rest once more before our eternal journey.
Author's Note:
I know it's not as good as the originating idea, but that is my work. Take it or leave it.Comments on "The tears of time."
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On Thursday, March 8, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Very well done but wondering how you can be so sure that you'll get what you want in another state? Sounds quite desperate and final for one so young I'd guess. Good effort here, cheers!
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On Saturday, March 10, 2012, Deviated09
(90) wrote:
It's just an insight into the thoughts of someone pushed a bit too far. Thank ya for the criticism though =]