Running … Running …
Hate is chasing
Don’t look back
Don’t fall
Run…
They want to see him scream
See him on the ground
He is all alone
Hate has trailed him to the end
Every cut is closer to the vein
He has given in…
Following the darker path of despair
Only petrified glares attempt to haunt him,
He still walks the lonely road
Filled with masks of the so-called friends with hidden intentions of malice
Craving to erase the pain,
thought is exhilarating
So why run from it…
A life carelessly dangles upon a golden line…
He tethers upon the golden gate while staring up to the eye of the sky
Nothing left to say
Anxiously waiting the fall…
Repeating to himself
Why love the broken
Why love the unhappy
The Golden flight awaits him
He takes the leap of faith
He wants to feel it
The wind burning his skin
The chill of the icy deep
Not wanting to see the pain…
His heart is breaking
Escaping the hate inside
He falls vigorously
It is as if he is time travelling
He looks down to the water below
Only seeing it as a mirror
Reflecting illusions of happier times….
His mind is shouting
Break it
Break it down
Nothing can emerge from this darkness
The crash is tremendous
The pain is outstanding
It hurts
It overcomes him
He is into deep
The corners of his mind feel the sensation of pure pain
He can no longer breathe
You have taken everything from him
There is nothing anymore he can give
This is how it has to be
Empty and to damn scared to try
He holds on to the last moment
As he fades away from the light
Into depths of darkness, he falls
Concluding the Golden Flight
–-Leo Ferreira
Sunday 5th of May 2013 5:10 PM
Updated Monday 13th of January 2020 17:40
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