Gathering what little he had left
He walked away.
Turned his back
On everything,
Gave up on chasing the beautiful horizon.

Mind and heart stuck in a dream
He wonders what he felt,
He wonders if the hurt he was dealt
Was fair.
Or was it just the sign that the apocalyptic end was near.

Hours before he left
He prayed to every god in existance,
Well, the ones that he knew,
Which was only a few
But he insisted that they would do.

Pain after pain
The strain exposed to his heart
Broke it

Without that
He tried puttin words to paper
But it didnt make sense without that feeling.
He always knew that her smile
Was made just for healing but
Why did it leave this feeling.
Why did it take that feeling back dealing more hurt.

Looking up
He saw a blinding light
And looking down
He saw the darkness of night
Wrapped in thorns
Laid down in a bed of broken glass and knives.

He stopped,
Looked back on the beautful horizon
And fell to the ground.
Morbid thoughts swarmed his innocent mind
Give up
or
Tell her how he “felt” once again?

Written by EmpireKing