The end. For you at least!
As the battle came back all I could hear is the music. The music that I always tuned out because of the regret I held. But not now, I listened and acted. Acted out of pain. The pain that I always rejected on to other. But it was my turn to hold it. Hold it in my hand like haze over my soul that was always there, and welcomed it without a second thought. I now knew it was my turn to grasp for the freedom. The freedom that nobody could ever catch.
"Battle wounds, my battle wounds are what you can't see."
"Battle wounds? What are you talking about?"My father yelled.
"THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND MEEEE!!"I yelled as I cut my father down.
"My wounds that push me. Push me to the crimson and the soul. That is the difference between us."
"My son is finally free…."he said as he died "You are truly free from the cage that held you back. How does it feel?" he asked.
He asked but I did not give him the answer, because it wasn't something you could explain with words. "How bout yo tell my. Father, you're the one that is free. Freedom means either you are truly free which is unexplainable or you are dying. Which looks like what you are bout to do?"
"So you are truly free… I understand the feeling. Because this is my second time dyeing….so I welcome the felling…"
As he fell silent I knew he was gone."With no regret "I said to myself as I welcomed the silence.