The End Is Better...

Time for another cliché unoriginal nugget of thought. But it moves me, it does. Can you feel it? Cuz I can... Screaming tones, stirring the sorry cauldron of emotion that it did not fail to create within, all the while scoffing the bitter tears streaming down that it so fool-hardily created. Why? Cruel notes... A moments respite, just a moment, I beg. Must you rip my tattered heart to shreds? Growing, approaching on the airwaves, slamming against the sad mirage of me. Yes, me. The moment´s numb respite blasted to screaming, knee bending pain. "In your mind you hear the screaming, telling you to leave it all behind..." You feel it now? Of course you dont. You would never know. Bitter, bitter tears. The end seems better... "but in your heart you can't stop dreaming, that someday the pain will end, and the strain will die..." It comes again. Stiring the cauldron, spinning the whirlwind, standing ground. Arched back, hands clenched, screaming to the sky... why?

The end is better... than this.

(Credits: lines taken from song "Requiem For a Dream - Immortality by Death")