A story...

[eyeheartnewlife]

I once sat upon a broken forest of dreams. In darkness I weep, in shadow I keep. Sold to the world as a bottomed out castaway. A life of purpose with nothing to gain, a life with dismemberment with all to reap. Just as I lived, I found myself dying, it all seemed sdrawkcab and inside-out. As time crept by like a pendulum swings, I masked myself in broken glass. Shattering the labels of time and space, traveling into the light I made. Standing in front of the mighty creator, God nor Spirit was he nor she. Casting down an angry roar, it looked at me with such bore. Tainted demon of heaven and earth, shadowed creature of fathom and hurt. In this world we live in, the life we breed, only it could have led the way. A beast so great, of no wings nor glow. Cancerous ties wrap beside, mysterious thoughts arise to my decline. As I fall back to the earth, I begin to wonder what it's all worth. Asking myself why I must do it again, and suddenly I heard that reaper say;
Only in life can you find your way, so don't hold down your obvious disdain.
Take what time you have again, to bring yourself to fight the strain.
Live the life of the reborn, and take no time to quarrel and scorn.
Free your mind, tamper with spirit, cast your energy into the clouds.
Breathe me in, and breath me out...
For you will not see me, till death makes a shout.
Memory will not last, best be known I'll never forget.