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The Suffering 'Poem'
I grabbed my reflection by the neck
but if fled in a hundred pieces.
And embedded sharp problems into my person.
Left to echo remnants of failure into my eyes.
I crushed to my shadow.
but the ground crumbled under my feet.
Entrapped me so that my shadow may overtake me.
And remind me of the person I have shaped to be.
I lied to my soul,
but it retracted itself within my body.
Hidden away to depths greater than my own perception.
Lost within itself, impossible to return on its own terms.
I erased my thoughts.
but they reformed every time.
Darker and angrier. Now they attempt to erase me.
And I slowly feel myself becoming transparent.
I clenched at my every breath.
but they escaped through the cracks of my fingers.
Left me gasping for air to replace the void.
Yet the void goes unfilled and closes permantly.
But I just looked at my heart.
because it didn't need to be destroyed.
It had destroyed itself, unable to exist without
Last Request 'Poem'
Nothing can repair,
So I may acquire.
May it quicken my death,
Still is my desire.
Feed my addiction,
Become my supplier.
Be that guilty pleasure
As I expire.
Become that cigarette,
That takes my last breath.
Be the last bite,
As I choke to death.
Be the ending word,
That I will not speak.
Be the only tear,
That fails to leak.
Be the smile that,
I strain to make.
Be that final step,
That I cannot take.
A shadow is cast,
Whenever there is light.
So do not doubt,
If your choice is right.
Just turn the knife,
And let me bleed.
Let my desire,
Become what I need.
To finish this life,
And all that is left.
Bring forth my happiness,
Onto my death.
Do not think as hurt,
Yet consider it help.
For no more damage can be done,
From what already has been dealt.
Please, do what I ask,
For it is best.
Kill me now,
For it is my last request.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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