the explorer's stone

 Tired and exhausted I go. Peering into the mists of mortal times. With each step mists fades. Unraveling secrets which I always incubate. Finally seeing the place I was in. Wretched and dread all around. Corpses of my hopes all around. I tried closing my eyes  to unsee it all. But unfortunately there's nobody besides. In whose belief I could close my eyes. There's nobody to redeem me from my mystery. I could finally see the destiny unfolding. But where it will lead us? As I could clearly see those neighbouring faces sadness. Who once rejoiced and now weeping with our wretched existence. Maybe we will all diminish with the end of this haze. As we can clearly see it embodying. We don't know what's behind the oblivion. They say it's all suffering and dying. But I ask what's this for. Isn't it the same as this place. Why we are giving reflection of our existence to the end? Maybe it's all for a reason we don't know. Maybe this mist is cloaking something

 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 and carn