No...
I sit in the emptiness within my inner world wondering what's actually left of me to offer, to sacrifice, and to be used. My peace is not within this world but in the art of finding a chance to live.
Here I sit close to my death capturing the images that'll never escape my mind.
How  far is the drop where my body will lie and will it all end? As I expect it to...
Time overlaps
Different faces, voices, touches, and living souls have told me that there will be a day where I wouldn't see anymore falling tears from my eyes, heart breaking moments that would only make me think otherwise about not having hope.
Here I sit in my darkness capturing those words in my ears to only find out it was all a hoax, trickery to my own heart that God has bestowed upon me before my coming as God has wrote.

Did he not write about my happiness?
Did he not write about my peace?
Did he not write about my sanity?

I'm unwilling to find out...

I can only beg God for the mercy that he grants to those that are in a corner lonely within the thoughts of figuring out how to end misery, the destruction that reappear daily whenever I fall for the littlest thing such as time, hope, and prosperity.

Peace is death with nothing more to worry about other than which path to take after death...  Hell or heaven

I'm not sure about my decision, my path in which I'll take if not this day but another day would be in between the heavens and hells as I already live it being alive.

I might awaken to a better start
With nothing left to be said other than my dreams were chaotic but yet beautiful

By: Leory Dawn