Resurrection thy name

I am exactly 10 days away from celebrating the 2nd anniversary of my blog, which was killed just yesterday. True. It was killed. I am the victim of somebody's ego. I don't know who that somebody is. I don't want to know his sane intentions behind this. But , this has been a merciless killing. My blog was my brainchild. This bastard, killed it. For reasons unknown, as of now.

But, like they say, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. The world cannot stop a writer, especially when his readership belongs to the same class, as the writer's. I'd like to say, that at this moment, I am at point zero. My memories, my insanity, my ideologies and my thinking, which made quite a few good impressions, have been erased. I am right now, the most misinterpreted guy.

This is the most painful time for me. So painful, that I cannot digest the fact, that there is someone out there who hates me and my writings so much that he deleted my blog. I never knew I propel hate amongst others. But, I am a writer. I need/have/love to write. My posts, "The Renegade", "Me and Captain Lee" and a lot others have been very well appreciated. And it seems like they have been despised and hated too. The number of posts were 49. I was just going to hit a half century, when...

What makes this point of time even more difficult is the fact, that the selfless reasons with which I have been restraining myself of worldy pleasures(the worst being not able to eat pastries because they have egg), are being misunderstood to be selfish reasons. "how I had wasted many precious moments running after the wrong things in life" "I couldn't care less","I don't believe in destiny anymore", "Best guy" and others are still mongering in my head. They make me wanna write more. They make me wanna pray more. They reiterate my idea of not to let my love turn to hate and to keep the faith. I will.. and I still... If two and half fucking months of time cannot help me out of it, then I don't see what will.

She claimed and claimed.
She promised and broke.
She slapped my love away.
She disgusted my existence.
She threw upon me, the sweetness I poured
She knew.
She always, knew.
Anthony Blood spoke; This too, shall pass.

All that is left behind, is my faded photographic memory. The footprints on the sand, the trail of the ants, the blood and the bloody. Resurrection thy name, is Fawkes.

P.S: Misunderstandings, are welcome.
P.P.S: Do not comment without including "Tragic hero" in the statement.