Category : Poems

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Time seems to slow down for those who wish for it to pass by in the flick of a flick. 

Others wish to save every moment they have on this planet, in this life, near this universe.  I wish for it to all come down to an end. The wretched agony of waiting and waiting in such painful dispair is a death in itself and the image of another world, a world seemingly empty seems to float around in my head and destroy my concept of common sense which until now feeled all so common. Breaking those barriers and going past that line has proven to be such a relief. If I would only wish to stay and glance at the rest try to imagine what such immense power seems like. 

This other world seems to follow its own set of rules separate from anything we have thought imaginable. This spirit world which I long to turn to can only be reached when, in time, the human body comes to an end and all being seems beyond comprehension.  Then the reality of this other rworld can be interpreted as such. But such a shameful death which would come from ones own hands is too pitiful to think of. I must wait until the old man in black with a dangerously pointy spear comes and takes me. When at last my soul shall rest in peace, is when I will be truly free from these bondages I have been given from these people around me that do not comprehend. 

I shall wait in unwanted suspense which has rudly invaded my being until then shall my eyes forever me at rest and my mind shall turn off and forget all that was oh so important to know in this world. All those years of suffering and studying and running away and shyly turning down all that which brought such misery into this which we call life.