"No, it's not meant to be like this...
Take me with you! Take me too! Wait, where are you going? Stop, please! PLEASE! STOP DAMMIT STOP! Come back. I don't belong here It's not meant to be like this I'm not supposed to stay People come and go for less Some people don't have a choice Others are taken unjustly This was all my fault I am the only one to blame Why are they all taken and I'm left behind? I'm not supposed to stay I don't belong here It's not meant to be like this" There are some things we aren't meant to walk away from The kinds of things that make you question the fiber of reality The life-ruining, all-encompassing end as it was thought to be The finality as it approaches you from the darkness The Night Thief, the fear of a quick-stripped, unfulfilled existence death..... death..... I felt the speed, the rush of the road as it blew past The invincibility of the moment, the winding turns The flight of the world past my eyes, past my life A late night for a long drive, a long drive for eternal night "They all say I should have died, If that's what is right, then why am I alive?" Caught the turn the wrong way, the verdict was The rubber screeching and rancid as it burned Contact with the outer edge of the street - resistance A choppy outline of the ground - inverted And my body, lost in this mess A still point at the crux of a moment, on the edge of inexistence And then a crash, a cloud of obscurity, and then calm.................... The world looks so different from this angle What's left of my world, that is The path I walked beneath my feet now raised far above my head Flashing blue lights and their bright white eyes I see you. I SEE you. Why do I still see? Do you see me? Why am I still breathing? "They say I should have died, If that's what is right, then why am I alive?" There are some things we aren't meant to walk away from A midnight flight doesn't end right but I'm alright? How am I alright? What gives me the right? None of this is right. "I don't belong here, It's not meant to be like this I'm not supposed to stay" This is rejection. This is cold-hearted denial. I was so close to the end only to be told that it wasn't my time Why? "People come and go for less" I confronted the Night Thief but he'd since turned over a new leaf Said he wasn't ready to take me just yet I walked up to Death's cold door and knocked and he told me to go. away. For what reason am I being kept here? Halfway in the grave and pulled out unwillingly and for what? Why? "Why are they all taken and I'm left behind?" Left behind to face the litigation, representation of the law The raw retribution of of legality and totality In addition to the ambiguity of causality of my survival My revival? No. This is a funeral in and of its own Made out to be a criminal, those cynical eyes from the panel Judge my fate and lock me away I'm on the outside now, I'm one of them now The world looks so different from this angle What's left of my world, that is The path I walked beneath my feet now raised far above my head Options erased, bright future now a waste Can't look at my own face without judgment and hate For what reason am I being kept here? What good do I have left to give? Why am I still alive when all I want is to die? There are some things we aren't meant to walk away from Scrapped metal and a scrapped life left in the dust A lonely ditch with a lonely absence of presence A man raised from a shamed grave and for what? My mind keeps saying over and over "They all say I should have died, If that's what is right, then why am I alive?" But that doesn't change the simple fact That doesn't change that no matter the contrary I desire i'm. still. here. I'm still here breathing and walking among you all From darkness into light once more, from light to life thereafter I've fallen on the living side of the edge I walked I don't know why I'm still here I don't think I'm meant to know why I'm still here Whether this is a second chance at another grand exit Or the opportunity to hold onto my life and protect it It's a second life I've been given Another walk amongst the living And here I stand, among you all Ready to fulfill it Ready to embrace it And to discover the purpose of my re-existence I am... the GraveWalker. death..... death..... go. away. i'm. still. here.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
|
Proudly powered by Weebly