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The Dark Ages Vol.3 The End Is Near? [Formerly "Blaring Thoughts"]

Poetry

I see a light at the end of the tunnel. I hope it's real. I hope I can make it. It's so far away. Will I make it? Will things finally be better?

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Sleeping To Cease Existing

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by TheAlienatedCrow

by TheAlienatedCrow

I remember that day like it was yesterday.

Coming home and eating my meal like I was death row. Sitting at the table questioning my conscience and wishing I was gone. Sitting in silence forced to confront the mistake that led to my

downfall. finishing my meal, I walked to my cell waiting for my lethal injection and electric chair. As I sat on the couch, the priest read the bible to me before I was even ready to get executed. As I

disreguarded and drowned out his words. I contemplated whether I was dead or alive, real or fake, dying or living. The rain poured, and the thunder boomed as I was preparing for my fate

on this dark day. I made a plan to escape right before they strapped me in and pulled the lever, and all I could do was hope that by some miracle, it would work. As the time drew closer and

closer, I watched the rain fall thinking about escaping and erasing my mistake, not understanding why I had to pay the price when I already learned my lesson. I sat in a dark room, hoping that

someone would come to take my place when I was gone so that I didn't leave my family heartbroken and in pain. As the time drew closer once more, I did some chores for the prison guards, then

prepared to meet my end. I did the dreadful walk of shame and regret from my cell, down the hall, to my death. They sat me down into the chair, strappes me in, and as they pulled the

lever, I was ready to escape. I closed my eyes, said some words, and hoped everything would be okay, then my world went black. When I opened my eyes the next day, I got up and looked to

see if I had really escaped, if my mistake was really erased. As I left my room and walked around, to my horror, it was still there. I fell on my knees and looked to the sky with tears in my eyes, wondering

why did I have to suffer more than I already did. I learned my lesson, and I shouldn't have to pay the price, even after I made things right. Damn you, Damn me, Damn this world.