The Slow Death

Pondering all that is good and decant in this world, we take all these things and sacrifice them upon the altar of self destruction.

Is it destiny, coincidence, or a choice we consciencely make to be miserable? Purposely spiteful persons we must be to slowly drain the elixir of life directly from our veins.

We quiver from the emotional and spiritual malnourishment we seem to indulge in. Thin and pale are we so that our eyes haven sunken in deeper and deeper into our skulls. And then we are dead.

Shaky people indeed! When we turn do we run and hide?

Feet stop here and plant yourselves in to the forgiving Earth. Body, stop shaking and be strong!

Perhaps we may come to forgive ourselves then the quivering might at last cease. Time will tell but the alternative is death here and now.

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