A short story thing, of me ranting.
Once again I find myself stopping from searching, for that once last chance, to find out who I am. I no longer know what is on the inside. The mirror I looked into lied… I no longer wish to prolong in this horrific world, which has been taken over by greedy, self-centered cannibals. I take one look up at the clock, and in a second's stroke, I see a lifetime full of changes. Changes for the bad. Changes that are driving me insane, changes I can no longer take. Forcing me to move on. Insanity is my only freedom. Take me away. Put me in the chambered heaven; put me in the four-walled hut. Lock me up and close the door, while my infected mind fades away, and sets me free. I want to live in my own world, where "understanding" is not a requirement. Nothing in the world I am living with today makes sense to me. Maybe understanding is something I've never learned, or maybe I am fed up with idiocy. Maybe one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made was trying to save one's life, for that person has now deceived me. To me the world is nothing but a load of money-greedy cannibals taking advantage of everything they get they're filthy hands on, not knowing that in the end, they're only hurting themselves. Yet, there are quite a few people out there who feel the same as me, but we will never meet. I must say I fear of becoming one of everyone else. Unfortunately, I see myself changing into the one above, maybe then I will realize I've finally found myself, and that I was meant to be in "my own world of freedom." The place I can honestly call "home." My world where I can release my mind. Just maybe then, I will find out who I am, or what I was meant to be. Let me where I want to be. Let me live my life the way I want. I don't need a "book" to live my life; all I need is lunacy. An escape from this place, this place I am living in. To me the world is like an hourglass, that has exceeded its time limit, and is capable of ending any second. Striving to live off of its last few grains of sand until despair. Now give me my vengeance. |
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