Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Insecurities, they kill you slowly, at their ease, but a sure death and even before you know. You could self-sabotage yourself with words but being a coward you had no faith in them, for you thought words weren’t as lethal as to kill you but probably would cripple you instead, you didn’t want to be crippled but a glorious death, where you could see and feel yourself being dead, death of an iconic character. Truth is words could strangle you and save you from the silence of the light though at the cost of chaos of the night, but your perverse mind had become greedy and you wanted to rob the shadows passing by prostituting of your intellectual garbage. You knew you were at risk of falling to a void you would not even be able to regret but such is the temptation of being labeled an icon you didn’t stop, and now while you are dumped in the abyss of self-loathing filled with days bright and young, you could do nothing but weep and pray for the darkness to visit you, asking for forgiveness, just like those thousands others in line you always hated to go near to. This is your hell and you must decorate it with your own nightmares.”