Sitting in wonder. Sitting in darkness. Pondering the ways of life. Drowning in my assumtions. Dealing with acceptance.
The cruel dark impending doom of all things I hold dear. My very sanity dangling on an excrutiatingly thin thread ready to snap at any second.
One of so little faith due to past indescrestions of her own and of others, I walk unattended toward the light that in truth is utter darkness luring me into it's abyss.
Ambitions and Dreams cast to the side like so much wasted garbage. The putrid stench of it clogging my nostrils suffocating me into oblivion.
Useless and frightening epiphanies stalk my thoughts. Murdering everything I am, drowning me in the knowledge that my body consumes wasted oxygen, my hunger taking nourishment from those who could better use it.
Emotions running as deep as a bottomless ocean. Paranoia is my only friend. Self-pity deepens it's claws into my skull. Sucking out the energy I have left.
Memories haunt my waking moments, while nightmares haunt my dreams. Remembering all the pain I caused you. Remembering the day when I saw your soul burst into flames while your heart withered and died. Watching the light leave your eyes and the smile leave your face.
Raw fear of dying alone twists its way into my heart, piercing my flesh with it obsidian thorns. My grip slackens and I know I will soon fall. Plummeting to the Earth miles below, landing with a sick crunch of bones and the sound of tearing epidermus.
This is the fate I am destined to fullfill. An end of uselessness and pestulance. Of naiveity, cruelty, leechness, pain, deciet, false smiles and skull diggory.
You'll hear me whisper your name into the wind with my last breath when I proclaim my undying love. My body deceased, my mind broken...but my heart and soul will live forever through my love for you.
Do you think I made a good step out of my writers block? I haven't written anything in a long while.
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It almost feels like reading the lament of a god who feels the shame of all the atrocities it has let befall the children of the world.
Why does love have to make one feel so inferior and/cruel...


