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  • Artist Info: They say you never forget the important things in life. They say you become who are with support from others. They say you take heed when told of caution but, hardheads refuse to see their loved ones hurt, or anyone for that matter. <br />
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    Staring down this endless road, where does it lead? Where will it take me if I march with it? What will set me free? Will that road do its job? Is it not in question how hard we fall down from situations but rather how we pick ourselves up where we left off? Is it not in question to love, if you know the outcome? How can it be that this road is endless but not my heart for it stretches not one mile to reach the other entity? Yet it comes collapsing down and the pieces, shattered into eternity waiting for you to pick them up. You came face to face with the power of tranquility yet I am not dead. I stand here waiting and deciding on this road of mine. One step, should I take or wait? You never realized the potential.<br />
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    I have fallen from everything yet that single hand picks me up. It is my fall back rather than my supporter. Can it be the distortion of mental illness to claim falsely who helps you? How can it be, to take arms yet the ones we love are in danger? Just like me. My existence is towards extinction and my container needs to be filled. When I walk this road, will I get all the answers I seek and desire? I am tired of living a lie and tired of the falsely hood of who to love. Truly and honestly show me the way for I have shunned the jurisdictions of my conscience. That of which I cannot support but be laid to rest, just like this hospital, how my final breath will come. We all search but when will we find the answers? <br />
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    This is my comatose. <br />
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