Sacrifice

To exist is to live, and to live is to die repeatedly.

In these years, I have learned to watch my step, for every move forward that I make is more difficult than the last, and the emotion that releases the defeating pain grows more sharply and more unbearable than before.

The lessons are taught, but at a hefty price. And for one who's views are already so small, the piper comes, his hand extended, demanding his dues. How could it be possible to die a thousand deaths in one?

I would sacrifice all that I had to be struck with mercy, as I've realized my fate will be nothing less than a tragedy, and my existence nothing more than a memory.

Screams ring throughout the night, haunting the black skies.

My voice had become raspy, and could no longer carry words. My once gentle ear could no longer tolerate sound, and my fragile heart could no longer endure the suffering, the price that had to be paid.

The world is a graveyard, shallow and unanimate. The earth is cold, and grungy against my toes, while the wind roars in my face.

These tear-filled eyes never blink, they only stare, until the vision fades to black.

The shattered illusions cloud me, the delusions of my body being ripped apart by fallen angels at my feet. My soul is that of broken glass in my hands, as I feel the thorns of life.

If I shall get to tread the bridge of salvation, that will be my only chance to escape, and my only hope of comfort.