lol..you're too kind...but I do profess to like showing off my 'work' lol

See if you can guess my mindstate with this one

RES IS DEAD

Out of the darkness from whence I resided,
A difficult choice that I have decided,
Of pain that I have caused, and has been done unto me,
No more, I tell you, in this, my decree.

The path to enlightenment, which I thought had been clear,
Prophecy and destiny, theories I had held dear,
Have all turned to rot now, no more than a lie,
The will to continue is ready to die.

The sadness weighs heavy in my faintly beating heart,
No more of this world do I want to be a part,
The last of my days I will spend on my own,
Until Death comes to get me, and the exit be shown.

Do not mourn for me, people, nor pass a fleeting care,
I betrayed the very fabric of the morals I spoke clear,
My spirit is broken, and hope lost forever,
I was just very stupid, when I thought I was clever.

The pedestal that I stood upon lies in tiny little bits,
Smashed into insignificance by my own lack of wits,
How foolish I look now, atop this sorry pile of stone,
Just desserts, I guess, I deserve to be alone.

No longer shall I tarry, in this painful world of Man,
Nor waste any effort on my fruitless, future plan,
My time here is over, the pain so nearly done,
"Well done, 'Higher Being', you've very nearly won!"

I thought that I was part of a complicated plan,
Judged and overseen by a bearded holy man,
Thinking that my efforts would be an asset to my life,
That would somehow contribute to the easing of my strife.

The light almost past, and darkness growing deeper,
Arms outstretched, I embrace the Soul Keeper,
The chill of death feels welcome and complete,
As I succumb to my failings and defeat.

Back to the Darkness of sadness and pain,
The Res Spirit fades, never seen again,
No life flows through the vessel left instead,
There is no doubt, Res is truly dead.


Hmmmm...I remember when I wrote this...it was looking pretty bleak - all of it self-pity...
And yet, it was how I was feeling...self-pity?, no, I look at it as a way of communicating my innermost emotions - I accept my darkness for what it is...a part of me.

Often, creativity flows best when we are at our most self-destructive.
I kinda like my darkness...it helps me to see the good things in the world, you know?

Res...