I sit down to enjoy a meal of utter defeat, as I sip from shattered wine glasses filled with the tears of the departed, trying to quench my thirst for reality and the fact that there are people among us that actually strive for emotional conception. Being reborn is a falsie among the peons that we call humans. Looking down at my cracked plate I pick up the rusty fork and take a mouth full of bullshit and lies. I choke on the bitterness that the meal has retained for me and wash it down with more tears. I grow weary with deceit and have a passion for chaos and anarchy; I strive to be a better host to the nonentity that has come to dine with me. I have failed yet again; I breathe a sigh of relief when my guest glances at me as it drives the dagger that is my demon inside my chest. My insides begin to over flow with fear and excitement. I feel the energy seeping from my wound consuming my flesh, tingling all the while. I lean back now stuffed to the brim with my baggage. Watching my guest leave in disappointment. I wait for the long awaited arrival of my distinguished guest, death. I wonder if I should set another plate?
mirima:
It seems like you don't have a lot of faith in humanity, or even in yourself. But I like how poetically this flowed. Nice job, expressing your emotions in such a way.
_smurfzilla_:
people are people hun. all you can do is be the best you that you can be and make the conscious decision to allow positive influences into your life. some people just suck. i ignore them. theyre not worth my time or effort. theyre not going to bring me down.