Path Unknown
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
588
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Path Unknown
This is actually an idea I had while suffering through a motivational speaking seminar. It\'s amazing what we can be \"motivated\" to do sometimes. LOL!
Path Unknown
Is this the path my indifference has chosen? Am I destined to walk the line between light and dark? When I began this journey, the future seemed so certain, so unwavering. Now as I search my clawed and bloody hands for the answer, I am forced to reflect upon my choices.
At what point did I decide that my fear of life was greater than my fear of death? The battles I have waged and somehow survived, each leaving another scar; a slash mark here, a stab wound there. Each one serves as a permanent reminder that I chose to lead this life, the fates of war helping me to make this selection.
Now I sit, this sword in front of my lap, bloodstained and slightly dull, calling for retribution. The lives I have taken, the futures I have stolen, so many ghosts follow me. Is my life enough of a price to pay for my sins? The experiences I will miss, the love I will never feel, the children I will never raise, so much I must give up to cleanse this decaying soul.
This dark road I now travel is nearing its end. I look to the sky for answers, finding only silence in its depth. This sword in my hand, and the life it represents, is the only fare I have to offer. The blade piercing my stomach cuts away any remaining fears I have, my fear of this life and the sorrow it offered me, for it now flows along my lap, seeping through the floor, sowing the ground below.
Path Unknown
Is this the path my indifference has chosen? Am I destined to walk the line between light and dark? When I began this journey, the future seemed so certain, so unwavering. Now as I search my clawed and bloody hands for the answer, I am forced to reflect upon my choices.
At what point did I decide that my fear of life was greater than my fear of death? The battles I have waged and somehow survived, each leaving another scar; a slash mark here, a stab wound there. Each one serves as a permanent reminder that I chose to lead this life, the fates of war helping me to make this selection.
Now I sit, this sword in front of my lap, bloodstained and slightly dull, calling for retribution. The lives I have taken, the futures I have stolen, so many ghosts follow me. Is my life enough of a price to pay for my sins? The experiences I will miss, the love I will never feel, the children I will never raise, so much I must give up to cleanse this decaying soul.
This dark road I now travel is nearing its end. I look to the sky for answers, finding only silence in its depth. This sword in my hand, and the life it represents, is the only fare I have to offer. The blade piercing my stomach cuts away any remaining fears I have, my fear of this life and the sorrow it offered me, for it now flows along my lap, seeping through the floor, sowing the ground below.