I want to die.
I'm not sure whether these words are true but as they leave my brain and form on paper I feel,
relief.
I find shade against the incandescence of life, in the shadow of death.
Absolution.
The thought renders me numb and silences the world, leaving me surrounded in its sheer tenebrosity; as black as the path it leads.
It beckons me forward and although I see no end, it looks no different to the cold hell around me.
I cannot speak.
I cannot hear.
I cannot feel.
I cannot see.
As the burden of my own perceived powerlessness grows from a whisper to a cacophony of jabs and jeers,
I scream.
I scream until it burns.
I scream thunder and lightning.
Using my voice, I shout a hole through the darkness; summoning a hurricane of light and passion that sweeps away the lingering fragments of dusk.
In the calm after the storm, I'm left with a lingering warmth.
A rising hope.
About the Creator
utsu kuru
life is beautiful, painful, mysterious.
a beast i could never comprehend, outside of it.
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