journey

the journey taken was short
not enough to fill the gap created by all of his sins
yet he continues his walk
to reach the highest steep he can find.
he can feel his heavy steps caressing his mind to stop.
toying with his soul
telling him that giving up is the glory of the world
and he ought to enjoy what he may reach it before it lasts to none.
the failure is somehow fast reaching him
and over the edge of his dry lips,
he manages to slice his sweet smile
the warmth of his breathe
stroking aimlessly all over his throat
forcing him to accept the fact that he does ever want to accept it
what matters if this is the end of everything
if only lies and deceives awaiting him beyond the boundary
why should he be in agony
when life is only his kind enemy
for all of those words can ever deny his spirit
he knew before no questions should he seeks for
the only thing blazing in his core
is the only thing that helps him
with one end of line
is threading in its beyond imagination
only he could answer this call
for nothing in his life worth living for
if he cant finish this off.