A tinge of misery with a dash of mystery
Dammit! It's creeped up on me. The reminder of what I once had and then killed. How can a murderer such as I go on living so peacefully, when the ringing of silent cries dins in the back of my head. It gets louder as the night falls darker. Punched with the insomnia of my victim's death. I am punched with karma and regret. I am in constant reminder of "what could have been's" and "what should i do." To continue walking with this lump of a rock in the arch of my foot is no longer bearable. Now that my emotions blindfolded me and double knotted my hands I am more of a fool then I was. There could not be a way out of this tragedy. I have screamed my way into a deeper pit and my self-righteousness digged deeper into my stomach. Scenarios to help this matter come and go but nothing seems to solve what has happened, nothing. I've used up my abilites to balance and unravel out of this knot but I'm stuck in the middle of nothing. I'm in the middle of this endless ball of knots that continues to grow each day I remember. If only I could gash out my shoulder and forget this part of my life.