Death Becomes her

Death Becomes her

An old title heard somewhere before. I created her and I killed her, how long did it take was it an eternity or just a few seconds. Drunken stupor, mixed emotions, fear being a prime factor in it all. Was it fear or was it survival. Depths unknown and Questions as usual never answered.

Past oh glorious past where are you now. At times I wish there was a reincarnation a rebirth to become pure. This cruel life is a torture, was past the same, I don’t remember, is it a new beginning all together, a choice one makes to forget, and yet is it possible to forget. I have these images in my head which come flashing back as soon as I see something. They blind me and at other times enlighten me. I wish they would just stop and let me be indifferent, indifferent to this world. I cherish the past but I don’t want it any more, god take it all away. A new life, everyday. Every night I die and every morning im born again, good words I like them I think ill follow.


I have wondered often what is more important survival or greatness. It haunts me and the more I question myself the more complicated it gets. And so I remain clueless surviving and searching for greatness. Strange I can’t even stop to pick up the pieces before I have to move again. The journeys long and the path meandering. Destination so far and to tell you the truth it too is unknown.

Dazed and confused for so long that I don’t remember how it was before. Today is the day id like to forget. I want to just shrink or be invisible just for the day, the hatred I feel at present is killing me and yet I live on normal. Physically safe and sound yet mentally blemished. Ugly is the word that defines the way I feel today about myself and the world.
So as I kill myself for the day and all that it has stood for I just look for one last second at wad it was and what it could have been.

Tomorrow though is a new beginning



Snippet
Thought id type something on one of my most favourite topics morality, I always said morality sways and it does, I always said that the clear line between good and bad is to faded, I still say the same. But there is a conscious and it does stab u if u do what you consider wrong, but you might not always see the things that you saw in the past as being wrong in the same light. Change my dear friend is inevitable.