Author: Joe Taliathon PM
"Edicius's" is an actual word spelled backwards... Please R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 166 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-30-12 - id: 3027423
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To: Whom it may concern
From: The Ediciuses
There is not a single man, woman, or child on this planet
Who wants to die.
Cease to exist.
Not that at all.
Just escape pain, hide, end the guild, and give the world a piece of their minds.
They don't want to keep wearing a mask, to keep living a lie.
They ask the world,
We have not even one wisp of hope.
We give up on understanding, on goodness, on love, on everything. We give up on life!
We will not hold on any more. There is no point. Easier to just let go and…
Right off the edge.
You cannot push us any more
(Note from the witness: after writing this, the EDICIUSes jumped off the edge in synchronization. Yes, it was sad, but it was beautiful. Like birds trying to fly, only too tired to succeed.)