i lost my soul in a place surrounded by darkness. i don’t even know who am i anymore, i’ve become alone, lost, stuck in a familiar body with a different soul.

a devil came to me in a form of an angel tempt me told me what i wanted to hear but in return he wants my soul, i start questioning how can i? how can a body live with no soul? is it my time of dying?, simply he answered me isn’t that what you people want? to live with no pain no regret? i stared into his red bloodish warmer than fire eyes, i knew back then it was no angel, but i couldn’t refuse his words “live with no pain no regret”,i lowered my head ashamed and said but i have no longer soul to give, my soul is broken damaged beyond repair, he came closer so close i can feel his lips touching my ear so close i can hear his smile rising and with a sweet voice so sweet like a song that i don’t want it to stop so gentle like a rain falls in a sunny day and said “i came to save you form your soul.”

I’m setting all alone in a dark room brighter than the path I have chosen.. realizing what I have done in the past months.. realizing what a pleasure nightmare it was.. not sure if I want to call it my dark days or what more my bright future.. mixing darkness with light is an old myth that been told to avoid.. I am awake in a dream within a nightmare.. A flaw not looking for remedy.

Darkness and light my only words of express, digging between the words of love and hate, can’t find the right words to find what I’m feeling, dealing with, I’ve got a devil on my shoulder, and an angel lost faith in me, words of comfort no longer affect me, they say the older the wiser, how can words be created in a world  no wisdom in ! Why escape from reality when there’s no point of living in your own creation, no escape from your mistakes you’ve done it already a black spot in your book, call me depressed but this is the world biggest secret that been in front of you since your heart has its first beat, I speak truth an oath from a devil.

war is starting, a blood bath but drains no blood scar’s beyond repair kills whats most important ,sounds of a crying conscious asking for help a louder and darker voice choking those who ask for savior, how can i? how can i?, darkness what have you done, should i serenader to hell, is hell the answer to my freedom or is my twisted mind who is controlled by the lord of darkness, Homer, Aesop, Hesiod, Sappho, Solon, Aristotle what should i do? i beg, lead me to find a way to get my conscious stronger lead me as you led heros, fill my heart with courage as you filled thy, battle of the heavens or is it what we call a weak alibi to stay in darkness.

Its time to move on, trying to ignore what has written in my book, an old chapter has ended and a new one about to start, searching for a new memoirs new people to live it with, not knowing if they worth it or not, but what i’m sure about is once again a mistake has been done and another wrong person i have chose. walk the path of regret was never my intention, but it was clear the path was fell with regret, “ignorance is a bless” what the devil kept whispering in my ear.

no i don’t miss you i promise, but i miss how you used to waste my time till sleep arrives, cause sleep was never on time..but now my only companion at this dark cold night is my computer and these useless words that’ll be published behind a scared, insecure 2aftermidnight.