{"sf1_id":1064799,"sf2_id":"AnKYr6ae","title":"The breaking point...","author":"Jiblits","words":343,"posted_at":"2016-08-20T13:53:00.000Z","tags":["Humanity","Internal-struggle","Murderer","Poem","Short Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1064799-the-breaking-point","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKYr6ae","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/79/df/79df920c-51cb-4938-823b-bf7de9d6701b","description":"Gonna try to write a murber series. From the murderers point of view.","content":"The breaking point...\n\nAll I've done, All I am\n\nWas I honest, was it a sham\u0026nbsp;\n\nCan't remember anyone questioning why\n\nNever had a reason to deny\n\nSame goes for hope I shared\n\nIt never meant much, I never really cared...\n\nMonster by my name doesn't seem to fit\n\nEven after I'm done with my twisted deeds, my mind doesn't seem to quit\n\nHellbent on heartache \u0026 pain\n\nI have little to lose if there's\u0026nbsp;nothing to gain\n\nRestricting resentment means more than it should\u0026nbsp;\n\nMaking peace is easy when theirs not a trace of good\n\nMirrors reflect only what's not seen\n\nThe monster up front, there's no trace of what lied between\n\nIt's all too heavy if everyone\u0026nbsp;has but a smile\n\nI closed my eyes, \u0026 thought I cried for a while\n\nMy stomachs in knots as crocodile tears fell from the smirk it had in my reflection\n\nI'm at my limit, \u0026 can't tell it's true intention...\n\nI'm losing myself again, to habits asking lifetimes of repenting\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy words aren't mine, I speak, but it's covers mine with a voice ever cementing\u0026nbsp;\n\nI lay still at night as it stares all around\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy heart beats slowly \u0026 picks up pace, turning cold as the ground...\n\nI've suppressed it for some time, but it always finds freedom some way\n\nHands bloody, I wake alone at times, unaware I've missed a day...\n\nIt'll feed with greed as if it never had life before\n\nIt can't care, it's heart if any, is bare, it has only a single action it seems to adore\n\nWith a fickle hand, it has no demand, it takes the breath from those who simply interest it by sight\n\nI feel anguish knowing they met death because I couldn't stand \u0026 fight...\n\nSomebody, end this creature who sleeps eyes openwith a sickly happy face\n\nI'm not here anymore, not in control...end our lives, \u0026 let me leave this place...\n\n---Thanks for reading---\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;---Always---\n\n  \n  \n\n"}