Ghosts of Screams: Rupture

Rapid decay,

In my own blood I lay.

The sickness envelopes me,

I can't feel my mind anymore.

It's gone.

Numbed from all of this pain,

Numb from all I had lost to gain..this hell.

I fall, dead flesh dropping from my body.

A bleak future...

I should never invest time in what could be,

I need to keep on the track of what should be:

A beautiful future.

I wonder what it'd be like,

To be shallow.

Hallowed out by all the bugs,

Crawling in my head,

I would have been infected.

By pop music,

Cults...like Christianity,

Fat and cholesterol-filled by fast food.

Disaster!

Die faster!

Once, was my goal.

A bleak future...

I should never invest time in what could be,

I need to keep on the track of what should be:

A beautiful future.

But now,

I'm still ruptured here.

By hate, by pain, by angst.

What I have done to myself is disgusting,

Still,

What my brothers and sisters have done to me is worse.

If it wasn't for a select few,

Years ago I would have gotten into the back seat of a hearse.

And now I look towards my life,

And now I put down the knife.

And now I remove the clip from the gun.

Facing myself now, I have finally won.

Never let others tear you down, because you can always come back to build them up.

But not if you listen to their words of discouragement.

"Those too weak to follow their dreams, will always find ways to discourage others."