Undiscovered
03-25-2013, 10:32 PM
He looked at himself in the mirror, steam uprising around him. He hated what he saw, who he saw. A man consumed by the world. He never had a chance to save himself. His face, a solemn waste land. His arms throbbed, his veins swollen and trembling. His heart, once an oh so beautiful heart, now consumed by apathy, anger, and hatred.
The mirror was soon coated in steam, he looks around the small bathroom. He releases his mind and begins to think of where he's been. He starts with that night, oh the things he wishes he wouldn't have done. It's too late, he can't go back; it lives inside of him now. He can't escape. He never should have started what he knew he couldn't end.
He presses his hand against the foggy glass of the mirror and remembers a girl he once came to know. He loved her more than she would ever realize, and she did love him too. He remembers the times they shared, the memories that would never fade. The look in her eyes, the smell of her skin, the warmth in her touch... But he put a halt to that. His fear to love had prevailed. Now he is left with an insatiable desire for her in his heart, but he would never tell, never shed a tear no matter how much it hurts.
He walks to the bathtub, and shuts off the water. He allows himself to sink slowly into the hot water. He examines his scars and tries to find someone he can blame for the mess he's made of his life. Maybe it was his father, who had walked out before he was born. Maybe it was his mother, an open book, always letting anyone in. His friends, past loves, he holds his breath and falls beneath the water. Will he come up? Why should he?
As he lay underneath the waters surface, he thinks of better days. Again the girl enters his mind, he face so fresh in his memory. He can almost feel her presence. She smiles. Her eyes he compares the the glorious beauty of the universe, so deep. He thinks of the choice he made, how his life crumbled in his hands all in a brief moment. He lost everything to a silver spoon, the spoon in which he now carried himself. He realized how his hands could not only heal, but bruise. How he could lie, how he could destroy and feel no true lack of heart. He arose from the water with a great gasp for air. He realized that no one is to blame but himself. He made a choice, he destroyed his life.
He felt light headed and dreary, he made the decision right there. "This ends now."
The mirror was soon coated in steam, he looks around the small bathroom. He releases his mind and begins to think of where he's been. He starts with that night, oh the things he wishes he wouldn't have done. It's too late, he can't go back; it lives inside of him now. He can't escape. He never should have started what he knew he couldn't end.
He presses his hand against the foggy glass of the mirror and remembers a girl he once came to know. He loved her more than she would ever realize, and she did love him too. He remembers the times they shared, the memories that would never fade. The look in her eyes, the smell of her skin, the warmth in her touch... But he put a halt to that. His fear to love had prevailed. Now he is left with an insatiable desire for her in his heart, but he would never tell, never shed a tear no matter how much it hurts.
He walks to the bathtub, and shuts off the water. He allows himself to sink slowly into the hot water. He examines his scars and tries to find someone he can blame for the mess he's made of his life. Maybe it was his father, who had walked out before he was born. Maybe it was his mother, an open book, always letting anyone in. His friends, past loves, he holds his breath and falls beneath the water. Will he come up? Why should he?
As he lay underneath the waters surface, he thinks of better days. Again the girl enters his mind, he face so fresh in his memory. He can almost feel her presence. She smiles. Her eyes he compares the the glorious beauty of the universe, so deep. He thinks of the choice he made, how his life crumbled in his hands all in a brief moment. He lost everything to a silver spoon, the spoon in which he now carried himself. He realized how his hands could not only heal, but bruise. How he could lie, how he could destroy and feel no true lack of heart. He arose from the water with a great gasp for air. He realized that no one is to blame but himself. He made a choice, he destroyed his life.
He felt light headed and dreary, he made the decision right there. "This ends now."