Now Kong.
First Rigby, now Kong.
There was a noise at sunrise, and in the waning moments of last night's darkness Kong went with barely a whimper. Only King is left.
And someday soon he will go to, slipping off into the moonlight or getting gunned down at high noon. Whatever way they choose for him. And I'll be left alone. Just me.
It must be painful to watch a man die piece by piece. Casting off his parts leaving holes in his whole.
I know it hurts like hell.
First Rigby,now Kong. Soon King. And then I go on. Living out life's moments till some day down the road a sharp pain takes me home.Whisking me back from whence I came, meeting my fallen brothers on our native soil. Nothing left of me beginning, so far from the end. And when I go I will say, "It could have been worse." and what I'll mean is, "It could have been better." though I'll be content with who I was even though I don't think I can ever be comfortable with what I've done.
We are all such fools, we have been such fools, getting trapped in His wicked whirlwind all the while trying to figure out exactly what He wanted. It was all so simple. All He ever wanted us to do is stand-up. Stand-up and say: I have done some shit, and I am glad I did. And when we're done, we're done. Everything else moves on.
And so does this...just not yet. Not yet. Soon...but not now.
It's time for something...I'm just not sure what.
"The love I have known in my life pales only in comparison to the love I had hoped to know." - T.O. Hob
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