I woke up with my pillow soaked in bitterness.
It’s all a game. Hide and seek, catch me if you can, childish stuff that manage to play the cruelest tricks on you when you get older.
They pushed me into this when I was a child, when I didn’t realize I was playing with forces I couldn’t understand. Yes, it was foolish. Yes, it could have cost me my life back then. But now I’m here, aren’t I ? I fought and am still fighting. I lost battles and won broken wings, I’m still marching on my road to the unknown. Don’t have time to stop, cry, or plead for mercy. I can only look around at what others manage to ruin in this world. I fought for some values and ended up in defeat.
Good intentions are the pathway to hell. It’s like that drop of mercury you don’t see in your glass of sweet wine, after you lifted it for a toast and glanced behind your curtain. They won’t notice you missing and eventually someone will find you lying, breathless, on the bed’s mattress.
But no, I’ll take off my gloves when I feel the time is right, even if they really are, the last.
(It all comes to settle in the same way, really. Like in a circle-a painful, six feet deep one)
What am I now? A ghoul? A ghost of my former self?Did I manage to lose what once made me to be.. me? Coldness and bitterness are now the stones placed upon my crown, but the weight I must bare is beyond what others could imagine. Lost souls now circle around me, haunting my every dream, and I cannot leave my battles, I won’t break my blade and surrender. When I’ll do that, I know I’ll be lost, forever more.
And somehow, I manage to fool myself with my own riddles.
