Still Dying

Every day I feel the supreme hold that I have upon this world slowly release itself.  I am being drawn into a monster that I am trying so hard to control.  Deep down, though, it crawls.  It wants to surface and with each blow that you throw upon me I feel my hold on its bindings fade.  Watch yourself because before long your going to throw that one last blow and the monster will be free.  On that day I will die and another "thing" will take my place.  I will cease to exist as the thing that I was meant to be comes into existence.  Don't push what you can not control.  These are the warnings now you must watch the chaos that you have unleashed because the beast has been released. 

Innocence doesn't always prevail.

The sound of thousands of people shouting for my death is a feeling of which I have found comfort with.  The darkness in my mind that clouds my true reason has taken a hold of me and bonded me in the darkness of which I can see no return.  You whisper in one ear, telling me that things will be OK, that I have not truly fallen, that I must rise above the people outside my window shouting insults and driving mental stakes made of words through my very soul.  In the other ear I hear the truth.  I hear some telling me that there is no hope that I cannot see the light at the end of this tunnel because there is none.  How can I listen to the soothing lies that you tell me when the truth is disturbingly close to my home front.  I am sorry to tell you this but there is no going back from where I have fallen and I have given up.  There is no point.  There is no time and no place for me now.  I shall walk my way up to that executioner's stage and watch as the world condemns an innocent man to die for a crime that they are convinced he committed.