And to think,
i have spent my entire life,
running,
as fast as i fucking can,
away from the violence,
from the anger,
the guilt
And the grief.
all things i was born with.
that consistently beat out from my heart,
radiate heat,
As they flow around my body,
through my blood vessels,
Faster than the speed of light,
spreading,
like a plauge.
until i am consumed.
just,
To be labelled,
when i finally stop running,
As nothing more than,
Violent, angry and guilty.
whilst,
i,
am grieving,
grieving the life i should have had,
if i had not spent all those years running.
running as fast as i fucking could away from,
What i guess is my true nature.
Away from the knife that has been poised at my throat,
My whole life.
frozen.
always terrified.
maybe i should,
let them sacrifice me.
Do something good.
please the mighty gods.
who, in reality are indifferent to our screams.
we all die in the end, anyway.
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