~TwistedPictures

Standing in the damp grass as the crisp cold air blankets my body.
I’m blinded by my breath, but the nights beauty is not for sight.

The deers hooves drag through the long grass,
the trees sway and whisper,
and the winds slight whistle,

overwhelm the mind and embraces the peace of our concert jungle.
This perfect moment is where thoughts and last words die.

Its happened,
I’ve crashed and burned.
Laying in this burning carnage;
makes most want to surrender,
but I’ve found that giving up has never been my favourite option,
yet I’ve done it a lot through my life without realizing it.

This internal near death experience,
became an eye opening experience.
Now that I struggle on this rock bottom that I’ve hit,
makes me stronger for this slowly surpassing struggle,
places a weight upon me.
A weight I carry as if I’m proud,
but I wait for the day I can take it off and run freely.

These illusions of success that I placed my chin upon,
has finally faded away, leaving me to push to gain real success.
Will I see this success over night, never.
For I will not understand my success in this world
till my last minutes here.

What makes life so precious and death so fearful?
Is it hope that drives us to live on, the search of love, happiness, glory?

Are we so obsessed to leave our marks on this family tree?
That we would rather bare the pain and suffering of today, when the end is so inevitable.

To be forgotten is to die.

Leaving us so self involved that we live life to merely leave footprints, for others to follow, so that we live on forever.
Living forever is to become a concept, a thought, an idea, and to hold power on the world when you no longer walk it.
But who wishes to live forever, when even love must die.


This world, its ignorance, gives us only the sight of our eyes.