There might have been a time when I believed truth to be true. But far too many years have now passed, and too much reality has set in for me to subscribe to this twisted view of existence. Free will or not when all is said and done we walk the same path, and succumb to the same fate for in the end the only truth of our existences is that the icy hand of death will creep through our veins, silences our heart beats and our time here will be no more.
My younger years of accepting this truth made my actions reckless. No others understood the sparkling diamond of fate swinging before them. Hypnotized by the wonder of the new they forgot from the nothingness they came from or the one that waited just beyond the slipping away of sand. The lucky ones explored every pleasure, every pain blazing a path through this thing called life etching out a place in the world in the hopes of being remembered.
Me, well let’s just say I’m the one everyone wants to forget. I’m the thief, but my bounty is worth more than anything material possession. You can run. You can try to hide, but know this one truth, regardless of your strength or fear, your confidences or cowardice, no matter who you bribe or bargain with, we will see each other, and when the last word is spoken, the last phrase uttered on shallow breath I will claim what is mine and you will be no more.
Wraith of Reapers