I remember the day he told me that he wanted to kill his father, because his brother went off to war and his father left his mother. Leaving the family to fend for themselves. Left the dead to bury themselves. Which left a hole within his heart when he realized he was by himself. I remember the day he told me that he wished he was never born, because the death he saw, the children he murdered and sacrificed to the God of war. He hears there cries and silent screams that haunt him in his sleep, he wakes up in these cold sweats wishing it was all a dream. But these flashbacks that he has just reminds him of the scenes... of these Agonizing screams Taste of death Final breaths And a massacre of his dreams. Sometimes a child's scream influences everything. It reminds him of his brother Who was murdered even younger, then the little girl he killed when she running from her mother. In the war, with a bomb, and he had to made a decision. To take her life so he could live? Or
How do you begin to differentiate between a bad day and a bad life when you have only gazed at perfect days from behind a glass cage, and traced over the transparency of the life you want to live?
as one grows becoming who one truly is should be more surprising than disconcerting especially when one occupies that embodiment of the newer person and finds how nicely everything fits llp - dA - nov2021 DD dec02/2021
