A Means To An End


Through the darkness comes a face,
A face of lifeless solitude, a face of never ending misery.
The mayhem consumes me from within. I am helpless to its whims.
What have I become? A walking corpse, or a shell of my former self?
No, I am simply a means to an end.
Through the darkness comes a mist,
A mist of dulled droplets, a mist of transparent warmth.
The false hope fills me from within. I am fooled by its lies.
What have I become? A gullible follower, or a desperate soul?
No, I am simply a means to an end.
Through the darkness comes a light,
A light of brilliance, a light of a heavenly sense.
The radiance captivates me from within. I am at peace in its hands.
What have I become?
A beautiful angel, or a delicate petal blowing in the breeze?
No, I have simply become a means to an end.

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