journal entry #78

another fragment of the story c0mes into place,
way back when a young boy had some faith,
believed in his father and that his path was true,
that in life he knew what to do,
he had it all planned out, he he could see himself places,
he rehearsed it through and through,
but there was one he didnt factor into his life plan,
his father, what it was to be a man,
would turn around and sell him out,
rip his heart and soul out,
take his entire whole out,
tread on his trust,
his death is a must,
it is a burning insignia in the back of my mind,
the evil thoughts, it must be a sign,
i think he poisioned me, the room is starting to swirl,
my stomach is in knots, i am about to hurl,
i feel my conscious slipping away,
i start moving, i start to sway,
i can fel the fire burning through my veins,
its moving closer to my head, pump by pump,
i hear a faint, distant thump,
i turn around, my vision fading,
i see the door vibrate like someone is breaking in,
as the burning comes closer to my head i am debating,
my father has surely committed a sin,
i can feel the pain from within,
as the burning reaches my head i am falling away,
i see one last memory, blurred and sloppy,
i think this is my last day,
i see someone burst through the door,
at the same time i hit the floor,
i feel warm liquid burst from my head,
i got to mutter i think i am dead,
before my final conscoiusness died away,
all black nothing more to say.