The End Via a Blade.

Befallen in a Silky pool of Blood, exhausted with no Resource, the End of the Beginning of the Performance of the First Part, I begin to Wish for a Commencement to the nearest Boundaries of Frightful Death..Asphyxiated within the Depths of Sorrow, beholding My Serpents as a Lamp before a Door enveloped in Fog..Before and Behind.. Previously.. In the Past..This sight Behests Deja Vu..The Scent.. The images Projected..as though they were Under the Impulse of the Winds of some far and Distant Memory, or a Darker Presence..A recoil before the Attack..Begs the Command "Carry All before You".. So that All will arrive before You, as reckoned backwards from Birth.. All arrived before I did..Before I expected All in Anticipation.. In Advance..Readiness.. A Readiness to Befoul this Act of Friendship. The begging Friendship of this Blade begging a formal leave for this Unwanted Life.. Beget.. Give Rise.. to a Blissful End. An End that Begs.. An End to the Truth of a thing yet to be Proved An End of finding an Accepter.

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. i wish for an end too ... it is too tough to watch lies unfold one after the other ... and accept them as if one was accepting the truth ... it is even tougher to remember that those of us in which the truth lives have the most wanted lives ... the one who demands death from the universe does not remember at the time of making that demand that his or her life is significant ... maybe acceptance needs to begin at home ... maybe ... this is a powerful piece of writing ... one that i relate to in many ways ... you know the human mind very well ...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Do I detect lustful flavours in this? It is again a piece that flows with silky sensuality. It weeps strong emotion in tears of fragmented glass it feels like submission in a siren.