Post by reaper on Jan 16, 2020 18:53:07 GMT -5
To whom it may concern:
I lay here on deaths door. Alone, cold and only despair has failed to abandon me. The ragged scars this tragic life has placed on me are ever so apparent now. Tired and Hungary. In ragged clothes I find myself...
...knocking on deaths door.
Asking to be let in. Praying I see the door open up and Grant me passage.
I've endured so much through the years. Although there are those who would hear my tale and rebuff my claims. Selfishly stating that their life was harder.
But I am not knocking for them. I can only acknowledge that which I have felt. That which I am feeling.
So I keep knocking...hoping to forget all this pain, sorrow and despair. A cold shiver resonates in be now. I open my weary, green eyes and try the knob.
Locked....it was worth a try. Escaping this dread has driven me to profound desperation.
But again no answer.
I shudder at the thought that maybe this life is not yet through with me. And the pressure builds. A slow, rising feeling of suffocation overtakes me.
I close my eyes in hopes of dulling the pain. I wearily raise my trembling arm to knock once again....
...knock knock knock....
And the door opens. Not fully, but just enough to see my persistence has prevailed.
I gather my strength, wipe the tears from my eyes and slowly rise to my feet. Placing my weak hands on the unforgiving cold wood of the splintered door.
As I begin to push the door open a few more agonizing inches I am overcome with peace and joy. Realizing all this life's pain and suffering is about to end.
....and without reason...I grab the rusted brass knob and pull it shut.
Why? Why would I do that?
And then I have an Epiphany.
LIFE IS PAIN
PAIN IS LIFE
I am not yet done living. Even if all I feel is pain.
ITS GREAT TO BE ALIVE ON DEATHS DOOR
REAPER OUT
I lay here on deaths door. Alone, cold and only despair has failed to abandon me. The ragged scars this tragic life has placed on me are ever so apparent now. Tired and Hungary. In ragged clothes I find myself...
...knocking on deaths door.
Asking to be let in. Praying I see the door open up and Grant me passage.
I've endured so much through the years. Although there are those who would hear my tale and rebuff my claims. Selfishly stating that their life was harder.
But I am not knocking for them. I can only acknowledge that which I have felt. That which I am feeling.
So I keep knocking...hoping to forget all this pain, sorrow and despair. A cold shiver resonates in be now. I open my weary, green eyes and try the knob.
Locked....it was worth a try. Escaping this dread has driven me to profound desperation.
But again no answer.
I shudder at the thought that maybe this life is not yet through with me. And the pressure builds. A slow, rising feeling of suffocation overtakes me.
I close my eyes in hopes of dulling the pain. I wearily raise my trembling arm to knock once again....
...knock knock knock....
And the door opens. Not fully, but just enough to see my persistence has prevailed.
I gather my strength, wipe the tears from my eyes and slowly rise to my feet. Placing my weak hands on the unforgiving cold wood of the splintered door.
As I begin to push the door open a few more agonizing inches I am overcome with peace and joy. Realizing all this life's pain and suffering is about to end.
....and without reason...I grab the rusted brass knob and pull it shut.
Why? Why would I do that?
And then I have an Epiphany.
LIFE IS PAIN
PAIN IS LIFE
I am not yet done living. Even if all I feel is pain.
ITS GREAT TO BE ALIVE ON DEATHS DOOR
REAPER OUT
