Embrace The End.

Just a few thoughts..

Skin covered, with layers of cotton,
I felt naked.
Hands clutched onto the air,
stealing my right to breathe.
Became, a scapegoat, to human kind.

What was suppose to happen then?,
was I to become?

A hearty rendezvous with a seductress?,
willing the self to fall, and then call it a trick.
Oh the poor lady, and her soft subtle breasts,
was I the comfort, or was I the prick?.

Or perhaps a cold knife exchange with a sinner?,
bleeding, perhaps, not only by skin, but by soul.
Exchange, Was I a savior? or was I the guilt?
Drowning perhaps, deeper, into the same hole.

Can I become, a warrior, or a saint,
one who feigns courage,
or the one who feigns salvation.

Should I be a healer, who heals but his pockets?,
or a builder, who creates destruction.

Maybe, a one with the law, the beholder of truth?,
spreading honesty with his mighty wand of lies.
Or perhaps, a guru, spreading knowledge?,
yet abstaining from the same, as wisdom dies.

I feel cold and frigid, despite the glaciers melting,
where once, an innocent forest lived,
now on the very soil, grows the seeds of end.
How long, can man clutch his own throat,
subside to pitiful guilt, and live this life of pretend.

The hand, that clutches my throat,
that chokes, more painful,
than the glorious factory smog,
is mine.

And , I will Die.