posted on Feb, 1 2015 @ 10:49 AM
Ummm...It was a very hard decision for me to place this here before you...I wanted to share with you the true meaning of horror and how it sometimes
veils it's countenance in masks of realism...
Where will I have gone?
I will walk no more among these fields, these forests who majestic stand.
I will caress not the face of flowers, nor drink from crystal springs who bubble up from strata deep.
Soon my final footstep will resound and fade into the gathered twilight.
The soft impression of soul will wane, dying like the last warming rays of day.
Do I pollute you earth, as I leave my final encumbrance there, behind.
Does my blood muddy your waters as the last of it spills from veins.
Veins whose torrent I have loosed, as I took charge of my final moment and sad........................passed away
Many years ago as my world collapsed around me...as I watched like a specter all of my dreams shatter...
I walked up onto the mountain and sat down with my back to a tree...For a while I wept...in the midst of my tears I drew my titanium knife from it's
sheath...placed the blade against my throat..........................and...
Was overwhelmed in that moment by the thought of everyone that cared for me...family...friends...those who have never seen my face...yet care across
the miles and oceans and years......
Obviously...I let that moment pass and fall victim to time...I want to thank all of you who ever had a gentle thought for those whom you will never
meet or truly know...I owe my life to you and those that care about me still...
YouSir