The want is deadly

Today I have cleanse myself into the very apex of a black putrid essence. This has become upon an obsession of want that has transpired its glory selfishly triggered from past inconsistencies prolonged by a foolish vision of ecstasy.

All that has been accomplished will forever be transfixed in memory like a scar that never heals. I cannot and will not bare these scars for any longer for my soul, conscience and pride are but bitter tangled strings unwinding piece by piece over a period of time for them to succumb back to their rightful stances on my aura.

Integrity, courage, confidence, strength: These are the faces I wish to hold dear to but this is not the case. They're echos in the wind that blow blissfully in the past, prodding, pulling me down to adhere for eternity.

A wish for me would not be for fame, lust, intelligence, triumph, glory, none of these things! It would be one thing for years I wish for. To be normal...to feel at peace.

Regret is a constant that sails from one island to the next. My ship may meet its destiny. Time will only tell...