256th Post

The thunder rumbles.

The lightning flashes.

The rain pelts the skin.
Like so many little needles.

But it doesn't matter.
Because no one can tell the difference.

Between the tears and rain.

Blood runs down from my forehead.
And drips onto the ground.

I thought i could make myself unconscious.
And to forget the memories.

But reality says so otherwise.

Despite all the ways to try to erase them.
Why?
Why do they still remain?

What must i do to erase it for good?
Will i have to die for it ?

If yes.
Then i gladly will take that path.

For i have nothing else left.
Save for this shell of a body.

A shell.
That keeps a tormented spirit.
Behind a veil of illusions and silence.

A puppet.
With no will of its own.

A comfort.
That is slowly causing the spirit to fade away into nothingness.

Sigh.
Is this how i shall end my story?

Paid for.
By the tears of the living.
And the blood of the damned.

It is the beginning.
Of my end.

Cut by cut.
Drop by drop.