Authors Note: so I was in a strange mood today and this random song came on, on Pandora, eclipse by Suzanne Ciani and somehow I was inspired. It's a bit drably and I just let it take me. So I hope someone likes it…
Oh and sorry for all the fragments, it just worked that way.
Today is just another day. Another day where the sun still shines, where the water still laps upon the edges of the land. Where the clouds form into shapes of fantasy things, and yet life continues on. Where people walk to and from work, doing the same monotonous things again and again. Where the weak are still oppressed and those with power abuse it. This place we live in is never-ending. This planet that we have been given, to love and cherish, we have killed. Why are we given things so that we may only hurt it?
Why does this happen? Cannot everyone just stop? Stop everything and enjoy the world they live in. To appreciate everything they've been given. To appreciate life...
I gaze at the snow gathering around and in front of me. The ice guarding me from the icy depths it hides. The trees are laden with their burdens, slouching. The wind touches my cheeks, creating a red bloom. My eyes water as earth's icy breath touches them, my eyelashes no defense for me.
These days are so rare, where one can stand so raw for everyone to see. With one look people can see the depths of one's soul and understand them. What happened to those times? How can one be truly happy if they don't have someone who understands them completely?
A dream that you can wish upon a star, that, that someone will come. That they will come, no matter for anyone else's doubts, but that doesn't stop your doubts. It doesn't stop my doubts.
My happiness was washed away in the river, to never be returned to me. I can trudge through the snow and splash in the waters all I want, but I will never find it. It is forever lost, in eternity.
The water is pressing in from all sides and I can't help but think that my next breath will be my last. Will people remember me as the happy boy I once was, or as the unfortunate person that arose from the metamorphosis? Was my life worth it or should I have ended it when I had the chance? When I had the chance to jump to my parents, into their loving arms. When I could have joined them in their bloody mess of tangled limbs and broken bones.
At times I wished I had. I would have happily joined them and then I would have died as that happy boy. Instead I lived...
I lived a cursed life.
I lived a life of misery and sadness.
I lived a life only hoping for death,
and what kind of life is that?
One where one does not wish to live any longer?
Where the thought of one more breath is more trouble than it's worth?
Where it pains you to see others happiness?
Where you wish that everyone was as depressed as you so as not to feel so alone?
I talk of myself of when I was living, because I am living no longer. My soul died with my parents and it's only acceptable that my body go as well.
I have no regrets, no fears, no last minute goodbyes.
The people I know now do not know the real me. They know the broken remains.
This is my last lament. I have said my piece.
Now let the water take me...
Authors Note: Not where I thought it would end up, but looking back on it I see it as Robin drowning himself after all this time. I would encourage you guys to look up the song; I really love the piano in it. Hope you got something out of it and tell me your thoughts
