No, no, no,

This is not a cry for help.

Just the inquisitive extension of my synaptic relays.

Firing non stop…

one after another after another.

Restlessly trying to understand it all.

Would see finally see me?

With my presence being erased…

Would she regret not fully loving me?

Would a sinking in her heart be felt….

As she finally realized what she had.

 

Would the world shed a tear?

Would my life have ment anything?

Would it have ment anything to her?

Ye who let the fallacies and trivial aspects of life-

break apart true love….

break apart a bond of family…

break apart the joy that is life.

 

With my eternal slumber

would you remember the joy and happiness that we shared?

Or would live in the pain and mistakes of the past…

as you do with my every living breath?

 

As I knock on St. Peter’s door…

or wrestle Lucifer for his throne,

would the world miss-

my laugh-

my words-

my thoughts-

would it miss me… or would I have just been a figment of Gaea’s collective consciousness?

 

With this breath-

I have no answers to these questions.

With this breath-

I sample another blessing of existence.

With my death-

you should not morn…

For you squandered me, my love, my heart…

HAPPINESS,

In Life!

With this breath-

you still have a chance.

With this breath-

you still have me.

With this breath-

I inch closer to my grave.

Don’t take my next breath for granted…

It may never come.

 

MBM

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