Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Murderer By Jasen Sousa

Murderer


I watched during my final day
as everything slowly gave away.

They were saying my name
and it was not pronounced the same way
it was in my dream.

I watched myself die
and saw that I wouldn’t be remembered
for what was truly in my mind.

Blind existence.

I seen my soul covered with scars,
cuts and gashes, but no one knew why I bled.

I watched myself die for the last day
and made sure I would live on tomorrow.

Murdering your former self
is the only way to change your ways.




Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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