Alone

Story by London79 on SoFurry

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I've been feeling more dysphoric than usual lately so I thought I would voice my emotions in poetic form to the best of my ability, I hope you enjoy


I look through the void a window in time asking myself what to do? all of the things that I have done,

. have taken their toll on my feverish brood.

This is a role that I can not accept, a daunting ring of the past will I go on in my sickening pace

or will I force my mind to adapt... All of the things that remind me of you are overshadowed by.

. what is next...

Thoughts of the blood still fresh in my mind got to relax. got to unwind, these are the wounds the toughest to

. heal but will I go before my time...

Look at her lips the starkest of pink as she wonders on by, think to a time when I would have thought that I

. could have her by my side...

Now I drone on to the painstaking place where the foundations are built upon those who cry.

This is the plite I knew had to come malicously on the attack, unnerved by the powers that be knowing

. it is me who they will shun...

Every second that ticks on the clock I know that my time is now spent looking for reason in a hell layden

. world when I know that there is none left...

Why must this be the path that I live? knowing that soon will come death, holding on to the ones that I touched

. praying that they will forgive...

Deep and dark is the pit of dispair that I find myself upon, wanting so badly to disappear knowing that it will not

. do much...

Why am I cursed to be of that kind? knowing the hand they are delt, hiding away in a world of my own

. leaving the things I know behind...

Skull crushing sadness that burns from inside leaving me hollow in its wake, where is the strength I must

. find to fight the demons within for I know that the prophecy told that only a woman of cold iron grit

. would be tasked to lead this world against an impending threat...

But still here I sit wondering aloud would my harsh suicide be so endowed for if I pull the gun to my

. neck would my death be short painless and quick...

Why couldn't I be born of soft feminine fare? it seems that the universe has layed a hand upon

. my weak, scrawny shell doomed to the depths I shall forever treverse...

Back to the dark with a lonesome call, a great many tears against my cheeks do fall a small wimper in the

corner-well hides the pain that my emotions quell from my most abhorrent moral ground hopefully peace

will soon be found, but until that day it does fall, inside a mental cerebral prison cell, surrounded by

cracked, pale grey concrete walls; into the abyss I do yell trying to break this occult-like satanic

. spell...

Feeling deathly ill chained by shackles to a rusty nail all around my holding jail a voice running through my

head saying I'd be better dead designed like Alcatraz to never fail, but sooner or later I know it will...

please god what is my crime for me to be doing time? How am I? I feel well, trapped inside dysphoric

. hell...