For Thy Peace, My Soul

36.

I’ve been gone too long from life. People pass me by in a blur. So quickly I cannot know them. The only testament I have is the foul mutterings of ill deeds whispered in the silence of death.

I am wretchedness.

Who is there to comfort me but Death? Fredrick holds on and won’t let go. And yet I also cling to him. Can it be I prefer this… this half life? This false and poorly copied attempt at living? This fake tempo of heart beat and fluttering breath?

I’ve seen into the stars, but even I know not what lies beyond. Fear, like all those who cannot choose, keeps me firmly within his selfish grip.