the Sun will Drop

Examine with your eyes, feast your soul upon my body
and disregard me with every piece
of apathy you have, which by any circumstances
would be a lot.
Don't judge me, don't cringe with disgust at me,
for I am nothing, a player
in the game of some worldly obsession.
I am an object, a piece of nothing,
that has cease to exist.
I am nothing and nothing was I.
Though, if I were, once, ever anything,
I was smashed to pieces on ********* *****.
A current of events,
which I know not how to describe,
but I apologize,
because I must have done something
to deserve this.
But I try to find a way of avoidance,
but that would lead me onto a path that it too,
is also unware of who I am,
which is nothing.
If I play back in my mind these events
which struck me like a cigarette to an ashtray,
killing off my germs and my body,
branding me never to be lit again
I might just as well be
thrown out.
Given up on, like the last time you tried to quit your bad habit.
But no, no mercy shown,
like the sun shows no mercy to its hot
icy rays of pure golden energy.
The proceeding went on,
no kindness,
no regret,
and then fervently extorted my heart,
still attached by strings of vital organs and muscle,
and with my locked eyes, this monster killed everything inside.
And this changed my destiny,
why a punishment so blindly added to the shopping list of my life.
If god thought this would ever stoke my life,
like a fire, turned and burnining,
I guess he got it right (for once).
But I'm not real, so call me Sara,
I think maybe if I start this,
begin,
ignite
the passionless flame that burns just out of my grasp,
maybe it will all go away.
I won't have to worry again,
maybe if I make my mind think this is a story,
then maybe I can stop this, and stop it...
and so the sun will drop



Introduction: A girl walks into a small, poorly lit room and sits on the edge of her bed. She begins to write..
"My name, is Sara. I know, it's a tragic name...

Well, I do lead a tragic life"

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