It was bound to happen. A mistake. ONE mistake, and yet all could easily be lost, more than you can think. Everything is in jeopardy now, everything is hanging in the balance.
It was destined. No person is infallible. Therefore, the inevitable result of never-ending attempts is failure. Now Iím just trying to judge to see if Iím still within the salvation threshold.
I lost that battle but the war is still raging, with one final conflict to face. My goal was to be the master I once was. Now here I am running recursive circles in a polynomial hell, chewing on saltwater taffy tears that never got pulled. I am finding my limits and sacrificing my sanity to push them.
I am losing it. Glad to know I still had some sanity left lose, only a sane person could go this crazy. I shouldnít sleep, I wish I could dodge it, create more time for myself. Besides, whatís the use, youíre just going to sit there and tell me it was all a bad dream, then poof, back to this. Whatís worse?
I canít be stopped. Mortality wonít hold me back anymore. Do I cash in my humanity for the life of a blood-oiled machine? Death is chasing me, heís at my very heals, darting back and forth. I hear the vultures already. Whatís the use of being a human computer if I still bleed? Iíll simply evolve, I must be able to think in three dimensions, even though everything is simply a parallax perception of two. I must extend beyond human limitations as far as this battle-ready wave will take me. That is how I will win.
I see you there, off in the distance. You wonít take me. Bring it on. So long as I am this driven I can never die.
I WILL KILL YOU ALL.
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