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My Impossible Wish.
In this dark little corner, I need no shedding of light.
This is a place where I tend to weep and cry, and get eaten up by the cruelty of time.
I hide in this corner from my darkest fear, the fear that seem to creep up on me,
when the people who care for me disappear. It is eating away my sanity, it is restructuring my pain. The pain I once demolished along with these foolish dark mind games. I am a prisoner of my own mind. Chained and locked in the deepest dungeons of my own self. I wish death to come upon me first, then those who are destined for thee. Death is not a punishment, it is a blessing and not a curse. A beauty of finally being able to rest from this damned wretched world. I fear not death to come upon myself, but to those I truly love. For they wish time would not be so fast to give them a chance to still be here. And yet, the more they stay the more I must move away. I cannot bear the pain, of even thinking of losing them. They mean-- more than my own existence. I'd gladly lay my life on the line.. I'd gladly beg the angel of darkness to take me.. But then, they would be too sad. And I'd be eternally guilty for what I wish to do. The irony of life. <center>