The central figure of the story of my heart for so long, the hero, the savior, now becomes the antichrist from the nightmarish pages of heartbreak. the only book i know, the scent of its woolen pages reminds me of the pain you suffered me through
such hardships not felt in ages of all things and not familiar to many other than the damned
im curious to know your feelings on this subject
in all odds, its most likely swayed and distorted by chemical views and half-hearted sentiment.
your fuzz and filth and desires disgust even the lowest creatures of darkness and shame
youve fooled even yourself
no one can save you but you
not your false profits or your false friends, only there to aid in the destruction of your beauty,your innocence, your life and love, but you, and you alone
alone...
how i am
how you made me
how you left me
you created this
you planted the seeds for this disaster
now reap it
now live it
now die by it
you did this.
alone.
all alone.
as well all are... in all respects
is this the end?
only time will tell, and it speaks in tongues my friend... if i can even call you that
the future is now, and it is existence
or is it...?
is anything...?
asking the questions no one will, or can, answer,
<3
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