A Distant Howling

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       Souls?
Such Fragile Things...Arent they?
       So easily broken, but so hard to repair
     The cords that tie everything to everyone
       And Everyone to everything.
        
      Your cords much like the worlds
                 are severely stretched, like a metal wire on its last thin strand
           The screeching as yet another rusty metal knife slices the air
       Driving once more, deep into your stranded soul just like the razor that so
               chillingly carves your message upon the un-prepared pale skin.

             Your soul is like a prison, chains entangle the emotions of your very existance
  Crushing your breathing, 
      your feelings are but inklings on a line of a memory strand
                      So easily forgotten, so easily butchered by anger and sorrow.
                    Your eyes are no more colourful, but have become just a faint blur
                          A grey shield that hides the pupil just like a mist that rides  the      very vacinity of your brain.

                Every word you try to mutter, are cut down as they pass through the dense thornbush, they scream to be opened to the world
but your conscience cannot decide whether the words as good or evil anymore
and your voice is turned off, like a water gause your voice ceases to exist,
And slowly fades into the ever darkenening sunset upon the barren wasteland
of the Rubicon.

       But slowly as you start to drop to the very bottom
                             of your short downward spiral, full of torment and agony, after the many times you have slowly fell into the other side of this world, even after the pills that you fall asleep looking at every night.
             Your soul glows a ever shining Blue a light emits from the very distant
  Star of the ever distant galaxy.

                                   And in the furthest distance of your body
                    A howl of calming... riddles through your body
           As you stand underneath a purple petal blossom the wind breezing the
     shining petals onto the calm water that you stand upon,
The howl still feebly echoing in your aching ear drums,
                               
                            Finally
      You 
              Find 
     |...peace...|