Rising Sun, Endless Being

The shinning sun, brightened the days of mortals with its purest light. Days of tearing eyes began to fade away, becoming an unremembered memory. Days that once brought forth hopelessness became nothingness. Days known to be dark, forgotten, like a leaf falling from its root, never able to return to its place. Concerned with only their welfare, leaving the darkened regions. And yet they dare to demand satisfaction from pleasures which want nothing more but to murder their time.

With its light, I dared to walk under it. Sheltered by my shadow they followed. My shadow holds no prisoner, only past mistakes. It held grudges against me, without my consent. Purity of the flowing river cleanses my bloody hands, unwilling to wash my guilt away. Timeless endings placed me in peace, knowing the gentle flow of happiness will continue on in its path. Heavenly stars caring for us while the shinning sun rested comfortably. My sight, blinded by my tears gave me hope in darkness. In such I denied my anger, wanting death to come. Senseless wishes in place, waiting for their rightful throne in the sanity of all humans’ mind.

A few will fall, but where is my place? Between the borders I waited. Which side will I partake? Fallen hopes will bring me to an end, silenced in life without fear or such. Dreams of higher desires will bring anger and hate to me, drawing myself towards an end I dare not venture to. Let those who care cry aloud for the bitter end of my meaningless life, for I, one who followed a mistaken living bereaved

From there I begun, seeing how a day will decide my fate. I ventured off in loneliness, trying without hope to achieve a better ending to my story. Days of my tearing eyes will begin to resurface, becoming a disturbing memory. Days that once brought forth hopelessness becomes significance. Days known to be dark, remembered. And so I shall be haunted by my own self, from now till the end of my time.