zeltgeist

As I fade, in the shadow of death, As I start to close my eyes, I begin to pray, As I think to myself, "Why me?" I begin to gasp for air, As sharp pain shoots through my body, I violently cringe, As my pain gets steadily worse, I fade further away, As my blood falls to the ground, in a dark, red stream, As I watch myself slowly die, the ground rushes toward me, As my blood forms a pool, infinite, red, dark, As my pain turns into a scream, screams of immence torment, As I see my reflection of sorrow and pain, staring back, laughing, mocking me, As I slam my fists in my own blood, I ask again "why me?, As my tea

The fire, it burns brightly, eating, engulfing, everything it reaches, Burning, The flames, brilliant colors, red, yellow, and blue, dancing, eating everything it can, Burning, The people, trapped inside their own houses, no chance of escape, impending doom, Burning, The fear, they know they will die a terrible, painful death, the flames already rising around them, Burning The smoke, swirling to the sky, carrying with it the ashes, ashes falling now like snow, Burning, The destruction, remnants of a once beautiful neighborhood, destroyed lives, massive chaos, Burning, The fire, now finally retreating, no longer

The blood, the blood so dark, dark and red. It is flowing, flowing like a thick stream, dark and red. It forms a puddle, a puddle, deep, infinite, and smooth, dark and red. Filled with my pain, my pain, anguish, and agony, dark and red. It stretches, stretches around my knees, dark and red. My heart destroyed, destroyed my tragedies too numerous to count, dark and red. Quick, short breaths, short breaths echoing through the room, dark and red. It cannot be my blood, my blood forming the puddle at my knees, dark and red. My blood, my blood stains the ground, dark and red. I am bleeding my heart out, bleeding my hear

In the dark night, I lie awake, staring into the sky, the rain falling, cold on my warm face. The wind blowing, strong and warm, soft and cold, all at the same time, so comforting. The sound of the rain, muffling the noise, the noise of reality, I am able to escape, escape the pain of truth. Nights like these, I love the most, I huddle against the rain, thinking about life, and reality is nonexistent. Reality is like a bad dream, I squirm, flinch, and scream, but it is relentless, uncaring to the suffering it causes me, I can only continue to suffer. The rain is so soft, like white noise, blocking out reality I can

Lonely on this cold night, I stare into the void of space. In my misery I cry, shedding tears i cannot control, how long I have held them in. My warm tears, falling to the grass, conceived of my greif. I want it to stop, but it does not relent, I am breaking under the pressure.

As I walk under the light, brilliant beams eminating from a beautiful, starry night sky, my shadow is caste onto the ground in front of me. I look up and see a round light, white, celestial, I lose myself. All that exists dessappears into a deep enigma if immense, incomprehensible wonder. Within this place, I withdraw from from the rest of the world, escaping pain and finding happiness. I find peace, I am in ecstacy, there is no better place. I love to be here, my worries nonexistent, all my fears conquered. No matter how short it lasts, and how quick I may return to the tortures of my life, I am at peace.