Poison (pt 2)
“Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
34 months ago, I brought a revelation forth that was taking place before your very eyes and months later it has taken over my body like a damn parasite.
I sit near my empty thrown counting my blessing as they say and watch as the death rains down like its some kind of festival. Festival of death. And 34 months ago, I was merely preparing myself for the worst, I was building up that brick wall for the worst and waking up with injections to my brain that I thought was poison at the time.
I have come to reality now, I have seen the light and no…its not white. What it is, is signifying that there is still hope left and I will continue to stare it in the eyes challenging it to fight me but I am left standing fighting with my shadows instead.
At the end of the day, this poison that runs to my brain is nothing more then a false protection, its over reaction, its exaggeration.
We aren’t fighting anything except ourselves and we always lose…at least you always do.
I will just enjoy the view from my thrown while the crown of fate get dusted off. I am not loser to life and in time you will see that, not even my own poison can manipulate me. I always win, I will always win.
