Let me just state for the record that last week’s prophecy came to pass… I am no longer a member of “Sanctuary” I have been disappeared, made a un-person; it is as if I have never existed, hell I wish I didn’t. If you’re looking for a victim today I suppose you start with me, at the rate I’m going I will be the final victim, a most perfect victim I have been made into.You know me Luna I have been desperately trying to become somebody and it just seems I am doing the opposite; I’m getting awfully good at it. I had this grand plan about how to make some money so ask me, did I make any money; the answer is always no. Now you might be the only person who bothers to care if I live or die but yeah I wish I never existed because I don’t want to have to make these decisions.
What if I gave you up, not just you but everything, the porn, the words, and this pitiful existence what would I be… the world before Chrissy; I swear I have been fighting the urge to write to her. I could become exactly what The Abomination wants me to be but wouldn’t I be much better off swallowing rat poison; I would rather die then become anything like him. This leaves the final solution as always, I was driving back to the tomb and I figured I better start planning on how I’m going to kill myself; it always comes back to this Lady Lu.
So what have I learned today… that there is no reset button but it seems that everyone agrees on one thing, if I don’t exist, if I never existed; the world would be a much better place. As for a final thought Luna, death is perfection; it would make me exactly what everyone and everything wants me to be, Grave Perfection.
LATE
~Grave Perfection~
The path of perfection
Down
Heaven and Hell’s intersection
To be found
Pure and good
If I ever was
I think I should
Existence enough
* * *
The mind
Empty and blank
Such little time
Before I forsake
Blindness and ignorance
To see the truth
Why try to live
With any of you
What is happiness?
Pure and good, what fun
My mind such a mess
And the barrel of a warm gun
* * *
The heart
Love is bloody
But I was a part
Before it got sunny
My heart is an organ
Nothing lovely
If I could ignore it
Because it was ugly
Ripped and torn apart
Too loud
Beats no more my heart
We’re happy now
* * *
The soul
In a corpse’s shell
My mother holds
Before sending me to Hell
I don’t want this life
What I am, behold
Why can’t I fly?
The Abomination holds my soul
Kills it, murders it
Because I can’t be
Perfect
If I’m me
* * *
Like Winston Smith
I am the last
It
So who will blast?
To die as me
Or a correction
What do you seek?
Grave Perfection
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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