I was meant to have destiny.
But all I had left was the pain in my chest where my heart used to be.
Shallow is my path forward.
No real future but plenty of torture.
For my actions have led me here to this place.
So this is where I shall disgrace,
All that has wrought nothing but violence.
And in these final moments will be only blood soaked silence.
But that is what brutality does to this fog.
It twists it to icicles for impaling these sods.
This will be my salvation!
Tearing depravity from my old form.
So that I might start fresh amongst the non spawn.
Live as I wished rather than as I was made.
I wanted peace and not to be chained,
To blades and bludgeons meant for cruel appraisal.
Dissecting purity with a smile so sadistic.
That is what molded me into something far too simplistic.
And that is why I answered in kind and then shifted.
No more barbarity!
Eons have passed and this is my era.
I live a life remote with my best friend and his twin sister.
Weapons are nowhere to be found.
I see only tools to help tend our land.
My scars now faded as have my ‘mares.
Peace swallows and keeps me here.
Never thought true silence could be so golden.
Unto it I am quite beholden.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 