04-08-2024, 04:18 AM
I am a fraud.
Victory has always tasted bitter. Even as I pretend toward ruthlessness, I struggle to strike decisive blows in the hopes that others might stand aside me in the end. My words have always failed me except when they have been the prelude to a blow. And even then...
If I strike a heart to win it, have I won anything at all if it is not total victory? Isn't every sliver of resistance a thorn that will stab me when I turn my back? I cannot fathom the depths that escape me. I cannot fathom the world beyond my blade.
I am a name without meaning.
I am a moment without purpose.
I am doomed to die in obscurity.
... at least, today.
Perhaps tomorrow will bring arrogance instead of introspection.
This is why others lose themselves to drink.
... perhaps I would fail even at that.
Do I bring anything
in the slightest
to the table?
Victory has always tasted bitter. Even as I pretend toward ruthlessness, I struggle to strike decisive blows in the hopes that others might stand aside me in the end. My words have always failed me except when they have been the prelude to a blow. And even then...
If I strike a heart to win it, have I won anything at all if it is not total victory? Isn't every sliver of resistance a thorn that will stab me when I turn my back? I cannot fathom the depths that escape me. I cannot fathom the world beyond my blade.
I am a name without meaning.
I am a moment without purpose.
I am doomed to die in obscurity.
... at least, today.
Perhaps tomorrow will bring arrogance instead of introspection.
This is why others lose themselves to drink.
... perhaps I would fail even at that.
Do I bring anything
in the slightest
to the table?
Do I deserve to breathe?