The Easy Way Out

Every day is agony
Every step is a dagger plunging into me
No longer do I wish carry on
When a handful is just as effective
As a beautiful piece of lead
I wont still suffer this pain
When ive the nerve to
Take a few too many
The laughable means ive been given to cope
Will provide me a way through the smoke
Sometimes I think id rather suffer under Styx' brutal current
Than carry on for another moment

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Hell

Hell is accountability, having to forgive and be forgiven by everyone you've ever done wrong or has wronged you. Including yourself. Why? Because most people will never have enough courage to adequately practice ether in a single lifetime.

We can be better, but we choose not to be. We drink, ravage, and piss our lives away all in a vain attempt to ignore these things. Because of this doubt and guilt, we do not believe that we deserve piece of mind.

There is not nearly enough kindness in this world, our selfishness simply won't allow it.

Today is not the day to say, I can be a better person tomorrow.

Not all of us will be given a tomorrow, and only the Universe truly knows which ones.

Every story has an ending.

And this one does before I finished the rest. Hopefully not too much longer on the meat and I will be submitting it along with Resistance. Let's pray that one gets picked up.

update

I've been pretty damn quiet lately. Sometimes the lack of noise is good. Sometimes the lack of people is better.

I recently submitted a treatment to Stan Lee's POW! Entertainment and am eagerly awaiting a response to that. After a suggestion by a peer reader, I will also be trying my hand at script writing.

The Prophecy (as told before the centuries tainted and twisted its words)

Seven hundred years might pass.
Tyrannys reign for nearly two centuries shall pass.
The life of superior men grows longer.
While the rest of the world will fade and wander.

As the shadow of death grows ever near.
The evil king will learn to fear
The stars once more will brightly glow.
With it will come warriors nearly invulnerable.

As the Dark King, the dragons false friend, looks helplessly on
He will behind to dread this dawn
Upon the old shores where no elder dares to walk
His crown will be the least of what this army sought.