Silently waiting for our mortality to disintegrate our dreams. Destruction is the ultimate truth then why don't we believe. The things that we see. Destruction wrecking all of us day by day. Still we don't wish to foresee the wrecking catastrophe. We should award ourselves with trophies for going on with our lives being oblivious to the infinitive which is spreading it's jaw to devour us. But following our paradigms we go on, many of us being naive and coward look for the ultimate glee in thier implanted supposed wishes and dreams without recognising end as there ultimate peace. But some of us know our inevitable doom becoming numb to all the crests and troughs of the wave we are riding on. Being unabashed by the monster of the deep seas they row their boats with oars of courage and frivolity.
Why am I here? With all the people like me surrounding. Agitated with their frustrating wounds. Running and blood thirsty for each other. And here am I , trying to save myself from all this mayhem. Running past the gateways of my corpses drenched in blood I can feel every burn and wound. That excruciating pain trying to grapple me admist the wilderness. But something in me is still pushing me, evading me out of this chaos For a while I started to wonder whether this are my scars? Trying to prick me, trying to tear me apart. From the heat of vengeance there clusters are providing me the warmth. Now I realized. They all are a part of me. Being pierced hauntingly by my abuse and misdeeds. Without their consent I have destroyed them and now they are coming for me. All they wanted was peace. By finally destroying me. Getting the liberation that they needed . Running and perspiring through the wilderness.I foolishly tried to Butcher them. But they ressurected and became more nasty...
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