I’m angry
I am pissed.
I try not to speak it further Into existence.
So excuse me for the next vulgar questions, but what the fuck is wrong with your creative imagination ?
You don’t think we suffer enough just by the way you have sought to illustrate us?
He was a lost kid, who you just let slip. Further and further into a dark monsters grip.
And you’re supposed to be righteous, a sort of magician.
What a fucking fib.
I don’t see anything righteous about setting a blaze to your own kids.
With confusion as the only language they are fluent in.
Because, you only speak in riddles and work in them as well.
He asked for peace so you threw him back into hell.
Said he will learn everything he needs.
If he succeeds, peace will be found inside his own entity.
Then he will have the power to ignore any voice from people who he cant physically see.
But, you made him and knew you were sending him to a miserable death.
You created his story, you drew the monsters that haunt his head.
I guess my question is why?
And why not earlier in his life, since so much of it has been confined to 4 walls and medicine lines.
So yes I confess I am angry.
Exhausted.
I am sincerely upset.
I don’t understand why I was the only one you chose to keep completely coherent through all the loops and bends
Through all the battles and storms you sent.
Why have I weathered them?
Why am I lucky for the sunny days, I get to spend in warm rays?
Even though some may say I too have fought battles and made it through.
I just feel like you took it easier on me then the other three.
Is this why you send me back here again and again?
Am I to watch all of three of them die or go insane?
Knowing it is their journey, it is their pain.
You know me, you made me!
So why would you think I would be ok to live happily while the rest are dying, dead or suffering?
The devil attacks the same serene space you visit me.
How can two opposing sides live amicably? They can’t.
There is a forever battle for the space you intended as a retreat.
You made the book, secured the bind, set every chapter and you wrote every f#$%*#% line.
I’m tired of being sad because of your plot or storyline
Why couldn’t you just make their life easier? Why did you take away his chance of being happy this time?
Care to share ?