Endings.
On this cold morning, a wave of sadness has washed over me drowning my soul with sorrow.
As my black void moves through the falling snow flakes the tears from my eyes block my sight.
Thoughts of endings dance around my head.
Words of comfort are nowhere to be found or fall shy of reaching my heart.
Should I begin the journey at the end or end the journey at the beginning?
Investment of energy and time seem to be a calling the follows me like a beast stalking its prey.
I wish to no longer be hunted, so I will lay upon the cold earth with snowflakes covering my flesh and welcome the beast to take what it seeks.
I pray this monster will finally take what it needs and will leave the rest in peace.
Perhaps this ending will end many things in this bland life.
As my black void moves through the falling snow flakes the tears from my eyes block my sight.
Thoughts of endings dance around my head.
Words of comfort are nowhere to be found or fall shy of reaching my heart.
Should I begin the journey at the end or end the journey at the beginning?
Investment of energy and time seem to be a calling the follows me like a beast stalking its prey.
I wish to no longer be hunted, so I will lay upon the cold earth with snowflakes covering my flesh and welcome the beast to take what it seeks.
I pray this monster will finally take what it needs and will leave the rest in peace.
Perhaps this ending will end many things in this bland life.