My Demise

The thought and the chance. To lose or perhaps to gain

A new found worth or disgust. None the wiser could know

Why is it my burden or blessing

to be the one to go through this loss

To lose or gain a chance at living,

why must I be this barer of such burdens?

To be this fortunate or cursed

I know not the difference with such weight on my shoulders

Again I must continue on the quest given to me

It is not a question, it is the answer - I will be the victor

I'll die too many times and not have learned

the lessons forced upon me

I live not for myself

but for some greater good in this hell we call home

I no longer exist here among men

I've succumb to an unknown force

I't s reduced me to nothing

I am not here even now, where am I? As I still breath

I'm not alive, not to feel. But rather to suffer and die

A lifetime that spans eternity.

Too strong to selfishly close the book of life

This terrible nightmare that I'm living must be all in my head.