Death to all my friends Poem

time has taken its toll enduring everything life has thrown at me i stand here on the verge on greatness, on the threshold of a new life;

getting lost within myself drifting further and further away i have nothing left to do i am so tired of these memories;

in a world of constant motion i stand still, watching the madness spread its tentacles every nook and corner;

seeing my reflection in the puddle at my feet my hands are cold and stained as my mind slowly drifted into insanity, my energy slowly drained away;

as the knife fell down with a loud thump, the blood started oozing out from the cut, covering the hilt and slowly dripping down to the floor;

the moonlight shines brightly through the broken mirror, as petals fall from the window i ticked off another name from my list, and stepped out into a Mad mad world gone out of control;

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - this is something that i started writing a long time ago, but never got around to finishing it until today. image from the movie The Spirit - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge. - Paul Gauguin

It is a revenge the devil sometimes takes upon the virtuous, that he entraps them by the force of the very passion they have suppressed and think themselves superior to. - George Santayana - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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