Down of the dawn
Down of the dawn and welcome to the nightmare. Words weave a chain of pain. Truth the only key. Let what was once set end and let tomorrow be born. For now is never and soon it shall be forever. A sick heart, a dying child. A miracle formed, a life born. A kiss from heaven did bring and angel to heaven, a snare was set to tap all the light from life. For every thing that happens their is an effect and consequence. A veil of lies, a icy sheet of betrayal. Let what was known be forgotten, and let the truth ring clear.
Contemplation a dismissal of all reason… insanity grows only to ponder the chaos brought from fate. So many questions, so few answers. The cross roads bring all that has happened in ones life clear and present to there mind. No lie shall never be known, no truth shall remain forgotten. It is what is real. Either it is true or it does not exist. My body is true, my mind is true… but my soul… a lie from fate? Or a truth? Do I exist in more then just physical reality? My morals guide me to close, my dark lusts hidden and have little charge. Have I turned my humanity into a foolish quest? I know I shall never obtain purity. But I can keep from destroying an innocent heart or soul. To all I say take what you will, not as a theft but as a gift. So long have I spent dismissing my own pain for another upon just instinct. I lack what is a will to live and succeed. Forsake all of my life and you miss nothing. Forget me and you realize you never remembered. Learn from me and you take what I know of pain and of life. We are cruel creatures, we would dare to use one for our gain… we would lie even to ourselves… Now I ask a question, is a lie placed upon my head to give my heart to one that I do have living in my heart a fatal move, or by shedding my own chance for happiness for another do I give the greatest gift? Long have I pondered this… even longer have I pondered if I have a soul mate that takes a breath. If I take a breath to I in turn steal someone else’s life? Or do I simply claim what is for the taking in life… such a simple question… based upon a trivial feat of human survival… alas if the control of the question was expanded and greater, then would I be selfish? I still sit idly waiting to die, and as I grow bored of a gift fate seems to tease me with… I look for what I have always missed in life and upon receiving such a joyous gift I am again marveled at how I always end up alone. A bitter curse from fate or a tragic yet repetitive misfortune? Every time I utter a word my life seems to fall to the bitter ground. Irony at its best form could only be said as my life. Three choices I gave up all for one… one left at my request one waited praying, the last and most cherished… Void! Welcome to the abyss… A realm of not logic but of the chaos that has been born in everyone’s soul. Where I am formed… where I am lost… where I am replaced. Every pain brings a new change… I still search for myself that I lost so long ago… maybe that died when my body should have… and in a rebuke this conscious base was formed… ?… All would speak that insanity comes from my lips… Too wrong are they. What I speak is what is evidently clear in my prison called life. However I now question if I want it to end… More and more have I learned… yet less have I remembered. Shall I forget all and remember what is said on the next morrow? Few would even understand that answer. Life has a pattern, and their is subtle prediction that can be made not of what will happen but what emotion fate will bring fourth next. You can not look at all that has happened but all that could have happened… the past is truly a key in this resolution. Call me a dreamer if you must, yet know that I dream of all that I love and care for to be surrounded in happy tenures. Let love flow to them, as the blood should from me. So many sins I have… yet do they only weigh as much to me? For what none would call a sin I call vile and a sin I placed upon my soul. It was true for one to say I would take all the doubts of humanity as my sin. I already have. I am still a puzzle to most… yet one I did let see what I lost… myself. From that I learned, myself is not for me to find but for one that can press lips of love, and whispers of honesty upon me; shall find myself. Contradicting? Or can you spanned past the laws of logic and attempt to reason? Life is filled with choices this is but one. Everything you do comes back to haunt you three fold. Be weary of that… as have I. I question if our sins are what we make them to be, if we believe such is not a sin this I truly ask is it? If so then I shall suffer far greater then most… then in such case… compare my suffering to that and see that the past holds little to tomorrow. How long till I let everyone see what I hold so close inside me… how long till they realize what I am… when yet… I can not even understand who I am. And again I battle my own emotions… not to smother any pain but to once again release myself of the ability to love… but yet will I again embody hate as my ultimate emotion? Let me cut the love I need to have, from the wanting of my soul and I shall be… no I shall not be pure. Even more tainted I will be. Blasphemy. Love is what I have to give, if I dear to deceive even myself then I betray my highest law and that is honesty. These are but few of the thoughts I endure every day… and all have marked me a fool. Think me one I beg of you, and notice not where I am tomorrow you see me in the same stature and place… yet can you not see that we are not governed by physical nature. Our soul is our existence it is what binds us to life and death to both heaven and hell! Challenge this I dare you, no I pray you not to… I wish no harm or ill fate upon anyone. Let all the pain come to me… and let me learn and with that let me die with the knowledge and the pain of life. But a long wait it shall be if I am to repay all of my sins before my demise. This is my will… as you read you run… and you question you forget, as you walk away you leave. With these words I can speak of all that is and has been still you forget. A sick joy could one have at such a taunting… and even though I shall not understand why I do this later. But how blind can one be to see that these mere words are what drives you from me? If one would think I know this not then they should be marked the fool, I know this; I live this. I am easy to gain favor from but none shall keep it until the can conquer me, and my mind. Yet the task is so simple even a few have remarked and the way… even I have told a few as others have. It is written plan as day. Yet you look to be blind as if it were nite. I taunt you, I question you, I am you in all reality… yet never could or will anyone understand that. I question how long it shall be if ever one dares to speak to me, in my own words. Marvel me here and intice my mind, yet still that is only marvel. Ironically what must be done to capture my heart and soul, for more then just a temporary term is what I would call myself selfish for… again I tell you. Yes I do have a childish delight in this you call me insane and mock me for this… yet even in the back of you mind you question what I say. At this I speak no more… for now.
Contemplation a dismissal of all reason… insanity grows only to ponder the chaos brought from fate. So many questions, so few answers. The cross roads bring all that has happened in ones life clear and present to there mind. No lie shall never be known, no truth shall remain forgotten. It is what is real. Either it is true or it does not exist. My body is true, my mind is true… but my soul… a lie from fate? Or a truth? Do I exist in more then just physical reality? My morals guide me to close, my dark lusts hidden and have little charge. Have I turned my humanity into a foolish quest? I know I shall never obtain purity. But I can keep from destroying an innocent heart or soul. To all I say take what you will, not as a theft but as a gift. So long have I spent dismissing my own pain for another upon just instinct. I lack what is a will to live and succeed. Forsake all of my life and you miss nothing. Forget me and you realize you never remembered. Learn from me and you take what I know of pain and of life. We are cruel creatures, we would dare to use one for our gain… we would lie even to ourselves… Now I ask a question, is a lie placed upon my head to give my heart to one that I do have living in my heart a fatal move, or by shedding my own chance for happiness for another do I give the greatest gift? Long have I pondered this… even longer have I pondered if I have a soul mate that takes a breath. If I take a breath to I in turn steal someone else’s life? Or do I simply claim what is for the taking in life… such a simple question… based upon a trivial feat of human survival… alas if the control of the question was expanded and greater, then would I be selfish? I still sit idly waiting to die, and as I grow bored of a gift fate seems to tease me with… I look for what I have always missed in life and upon receiving such a joyous gift I am again marveled at how I always end up alone. A bitter curse from fate or a tragic yet repetitive misfortune? Every time I utter a word my life seems to fall to the bitter ground. Irony at its best form could only be said as my life. Three choices I gave up all for one… one left at my request one waited praying, the last and most cherished… Void! Welcome to the abyss… A realm of not logic but of the chaos that has been born in everyone’s soul. Where I am formed… where I am lost… where I am replaced. Every pain brings a new change… I still search for myself that I lost so long ago… maybe that died when my body should have… and in a rebuke this conscious base was formed… ?… All would speak that insanity comes from my lips… Too wrong are they. What I speak is what is evidently clear in my prison called life. However I now question if I want it to end… More and more have I learned… yet less have I remembered. Shall I forget all and remember what is said on the next morrow? Few would even understand that answer. Life has a pattern, and their is subtle prediction that can be made not of what will happen but what emotion fate will bring fourth next. You can not look at all that has happened but all that could have happened… the past is truly a key in this resolution. Call me a dreamer if you must, yet know that I dream of all that I love and care for to be surrounded in happy tenures. Let love flow to them, as the blood should from me. So many sins I have… yet do they only weigh as much to me? For what none would call a sin I call vile and a sin I placed upon my soul. It was true for one to say I would take all the doubts of humanity as my sin. I already have. I am still a puzzle to most… yet one I did let see what I lost… myself. From that I learned, myself is not for me to find but for one that can press lips of love, and whispers of honesty upon me; shall find myself. Contradicting? Or can you spanned past the laws of logic and attempt to reason? Life is filled with choices this is but one. Everything you do comes back to haunt you three fold. Be weary of that… as have I. I question if our sins are what we make them to be, if we believe such is not a sin this I truly ask is it? If so then I shall suffer far greater then most… then in such case… compare my suffering to that and see that the past holds little to tomorrow. How long till I let everyone see what I hold so close inside me… how long till they realize what I am… when yet… I can not even understand who I am. And again I battle my own emotions… not to smother any pain but to once again release myself of the ability to love… but yet will I again embody hate as my ultimate emotion? Let me cut the love I need to have, from the wanting of my soul and I shall be… no I shall not be pure. Even more tainted I will be. Blasphemy. Love is what I have to give, if I dear to deceive even myself then I betray my highest law and that is honesty. These are but few of the thoughts I endure every day… and all have marked me a fool. Think me one I beg of you, and notice not where I am tomorrow you see me in the same stature and place… yet can you not see that we are not governed by physical nature. Our soul is our existence it is what binds us to life and death to both heaven and hell! Challenge this I dare you, no I pray you not to… I wish no harm or ill fate upon anyone. Let all the pain come to me… and let me learn and with that let me die with the knowledge and the pain of life. But a long wait it shall be if I am to repay all of my sins before my demise. This is my will… as you read you run… and you question you forget, as you walk away you leave. With these words I can speak of all that is and has been still you forget. A sick joy could one have at such a taunting… and even though I shall not understand why I do this later. But how blind can one be to see that these mere words are what drives you from me? If one would think I know this not then they should be marked the fool, I know this; I live this. I am easy to gain favor from but none shall keep it until the can conquer me, and my mind. Yet the task is so simple even a few have remarked and the way… even I have told a few as others have. It is written plan as day. Yet you look to be blind as if it were nite. I taunt you, I question you, I am you in all reality… yet never could or will anyone understand that. I question how long it shall be if ever one dares to speak to me, in my own words. Marvel me here and intice my mind, yet still that is only marvel. Ironically what must be done to capture my heart and soul, for more then just a temporary term is what I would call myself selfish for… again I tell you. Yes I do have a childish delight in this you call me insane and mock me for this… yet even in the back of you mind you question what I say. At this I speak no more… for now.
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