An Odd Calling

Watch me fall, See me die. Admire my final cry. “Save me….Forgive me….” Those are the words i scream. Spirits whispering sinister thoughts, Which oddly appeal to me. I can’t find pleasure and success among people, so perhaps i shall take my leave. Society’s disappointment is one much larger than me. Don’t tear your robes and curtains, Just because i am gone. You are left with everything else, And all those who were wrong. Spilling verbal rocks will not bring reconciliation to my soul, Those who can’t fight shall live in darkness. He who may not hold a bloody bowl, Shall hold my memories that no one might know.