Spawn of Pain
Sometimes you can walk as far as you can but in the end realise that you have been walking
around in circles,we run a faithful race only to realise that the winner was already
predetermined even before the race was run.......carry a load that ends up breaking you
before it is delivered...we wear our emotions on our sleeves and risk drinking from a
poisoned chalice..the achillies tendon that killed a hero..risk is all that ever made it fun,..but
darkness is the only comfort that can console a lost soul..I will be consumed by my darkness
for trying to be a dammed cheriborm,...into the hands of my weakness i will let myself be
deliverd and let the only thing that I once cherised above all kill me...the unexplained cause
of this i will take with me to the grave,.but the memories will linger on even after the battle
is fought,....but one only wonders will the names of the heroes be rememberd long after
they are gone...But if pain is to rule this world,...THEN I WILL BECOME THE GOD OF THIS
WORLD.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
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