I need closure from the disorientations that i have. Relieve me, of the latent lingering gut-wrenching pain, of endless moments of desolation, of the brain's fancy to connect, re-connect with human life, only to find disproportionate sorrows. I am horrified by my own tragic contradictions. I see futility. Trying to mend the irreparable. You cannot bring a slaughtered lamb back to life. Can you? I seek liberty or shall i say the cold detachment, from you, from them, especially you. I have been running around in self annihilating spiral circles. Cant you see how dead, how broken i am from within. Blood refuses to flow. If only you could see and feel the anguish, the scent of stagnant blood. I desire to surrender my abandonment of right and wrong. Set me free from this whimsical obsession, this pathetic desperation, this delusional hope. I ripped myself apart just to feel that blood drip, drop by drop. The nauseating sound. I cannot even gather the strength to write a fitting obituary. For a man incapable of hate, deserves one. Dont shed pitiful tears, for you had drained his blood out. A man who lived here, somewhere closeby, died. He was cold, numb, and on his behalf, i seek that cold detachment from you, from them, especially you.
