Wandering

I didn't have anything at all except for my name and my skin.

As i wandered and played for hours, i was accused for a crime i did not commit.

My words meant nothing, my screams meant nothing

And as i was blinded and wrapped up , i prayed for a miracle to happen

That miracle never came. All that appeared before me was a darkness that was warm and suffocating

Pitter patter of tiny little feet made their ways on my being as i felt my breath stop.

When i opened my eyes i was greeted by a woman with a kind look in her eyes.

But as she grew closer i realized who she was, and viewing my surrounding only proved to me that this was her domain.

I cried and begged to return to life. I had done nothing wrong. I was only a child. I only wanted to live

Death had only given me a sad look but extended her arms out to claim me. I pushed away, i reject death. I refuse to die.

I could feel my soul fading as i exited the darkness. I was not meant to be outside of her domain.

As i approached closer and closer back to Earth, i went beneath the ground and found my body having already rotted.

Another weeping soul had been passing by, perhaps having just died themselves. I'm not sure how i did it or why.

Maybe desperation got the best of me, my soul wrapped around this strangers soul. I think i had consumed them.

My soul felt solid and stronger. I think i just stolen a life.

Had i not been so eager to come back to where i no longer belonged, maybe Death would have welcomed me to a new home where my spirit could have rested.

Alas, as my sorrow and anger blinded my morale, wandering souls of the recently deceased had become a part of me.

I devoured so many of the lost, i was able to feel power and life in my being.

I think Death had allowed me to return to life, for when my new amalgamation of a soul was granted success into my rotted corpse and spring back to life.

I was no longer human. What i was seemed a lot more powerful.

A god with a human soul. What would that be?

However, my body no longer looked like me. With my new strength, i had become a scavenger.

I had taken the lives of other humans and consumed their souls, their energy stronger for they did not expect death so soon.

I stole flesh and limbs. Eyes and hair. Fingers and intestines to make myself whole.

As i became less and less of my true self, i began stealing memories and thoughts too.

Overtime, I have drowned myself in the sea of memories of all i had wronged.

My body no longer remembers who its true mind is, it has become a husk too full of confusion and an innate compulsion to take what it does not have.

I'm still here, I'm not forgotten, but i am lost. How does one get lost in their own home?

I do not know.

Perhaps i should have embraced Death. She seemed very kind.

As much as i was afraid of her, it seemed she was going to give me a second chance.

I wish i could apologize. A sweet chrysanthemum of thankfulness.

I had been given a second chance to live, but i had stolen the sanity of my own being.