Slowly eradicating any pre-notion of the sanity that may follow.
It grants me hopelessness in in the maze of despair and loneliness due to the corruption that my soul obtains.
Perhaps I am cursed.
Damned for all eternity to walk the broken road of these withering remains :
Those desolate dreams that were once thriving and full of vitality.
Yet now, are to only sustain a shattered darkness that resembles a nightmare in design.
Oh What a life I live,
To but ironically travel in the shadows of death.
Feeling the aged touch of the reapers grasp as it tries to tempt me into an oblivion of possibilities.
Then again, perhaps I am gifted.
To have now understood the sirens call towards a beautiful demise,
yet have also seen the reason behind trying to prosper through her deceit.
To live on, so that I may continue to wander the oceans of sentience
And to cultivate my soul, so that I too may be immersed in nature's thriving astonishment's.
For this is my purpose, a simple one I'm sure, but mine none the less.
To find happiness in any moment, and to find love in every breath.
Copyright © 2014
Ashlie Pfeifer
