Reality - Poem by Vasto Grom
To all I have ever known and wanted, I cast you aside into my void for the reason that it was all but lies. You believe in goodness when all that surrounds you is despair and misery. Why, I ask. Why call out to a person for help who stares at you with hatred and malice? We are darkness deep down and so be it upon all we touch. You know not who I am nor my true reason for being. All but a few know nothing but my shroud of lies that I cover my frail and broken soul with. Never will you know me, the real me, for you couldn't comprehend that which is me. I have always prefferd fantasy to reality for one simple reason. In my fantasy I can find my peace that has always eluded me in this that is reality. Reality has broken me time and time again until I have lost more than 90% of what I once was. There is no peace for me in this world, only suffering and chaos for which I have grown sick of to the point of maddness. But I will remain strong until my day of reconing comes forth. Until the day I can look at the world and wave goodbye knowing that the place that has destroyed me; be it from the ones I once called friends or the simple atmosphere of turmol that surrounds the world; is no more to me. Farwell beloved sleep, I pray to return upon this day. And I hope that I will never awake so that forever in your peace I will stay.
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