ShadowScarr44

I can no longer see the halo The one to divine my path Heavenly glow grows dim I see now That it was my decision To topple the giant Those who are not lifted Who do not climb Will only sink They will not fall Alluring are these thoughts Longing for release Given by a final kiss Black and enveloping A single click To branch from derision

 Hello, I hope I you don't mind, but I have a story that has been burning in my head for quite some time. You are the first person who hasn't brushed me aside, and if I don't tell someone my tale, I am terribly certain it will be the death of me... Yes well, my name is Johnathon Alcott, and I am thirty-three years of age. I am currently technically unemployed, and living out of my car. My life was, at one point, significantly more stable... At least to a certain degree. I grew up as many did, foolish and chock-full of mistakes just waiting to be found. There were many times in which I refused to act upon my moral code, far more than I care

He carries with him The pain of the ages And within his head Lie the unwritten pages He sheppards before him The pained and tormented The broken masses wallowing The whole of the human race

Purgatory is picking apart A man once thought strong Unable to lose grip On the means towards ruin The methods of madness Are relearned Taken hand in hand Like the cold knife Of an old enemy

Strip away the plates Of the past And bury myself In a tomb made of glass Watch in wait As the years pass by With empty heart And eyes bone dry Close away This once proud heart Beating thick With pain made art Strip away the past And bury myself In a tomb made of glass

A fool's hope Will always lend itself A hanging rope The pool of life Stagnates Swarms with strife They pollute the well Bringing hand to mouth The giants fell The bird song rots Falling from the sun To be forgotten in a box Where all things end One day I'll lend My mind to soil My soul to toil.

I've become abhorrent To the life that I live I feel the swell overtake my soul And draw me in The heights that I've attained Leave me frozen and hollow With a heart pumping wreckage I search for life to swallow I wasn't drowning Until you bolted irons to my wrists But I couldn't be complete Until death is what I wished I undertook A heavy load As I pull free the hooks These thoughts erode