‘Thoughts’

I am the dying
Don’t waste your prayers,
Saving me is not an option.
Don’t you hear the silence?
The beating of the blessed creature
Has stopped.
What truly makes a human real -
The very meaning of life -
Has been taken away completely.
Does that mean a vile creature has been born?
Or that a light has been extinguished?
If there is true darkness
Am I now it?
Does light still exist where my heart once did?
Is it waiting for some gentle soul to fan it's flames
While nursing back my broken soul
Or does hope make me a fool?
Clinging to false hope the only thing keeping
The Reaper from my door.
A life of lies is better than the truth
A life that has so many options,
Endless possibilities before my eyes
Yet the only road I want to take
Is a road that has been blocked off from me forever
So I lay on the floor
Barely breathing
Slowly dying
Forget about me
And don’t waste your time.
I am the dying,
I am the dead.

A/N: My first piece of writing in some 5 months. I know it’s not my best and it’s pretty crappy . . . just had to write to get it out of me.