You kill yourself slowly and you do it so well.
Just a little too much, a little too late.
A promise and a lie, two in one and the third comes free.
One lie turns into two and you promise that it will stop at two, but it never does.
You pray to gods you don't believe in and ask yourself why they never answer.
Take a hint and pray to yourself. You are the only god you've ever believed in.
Yet you deny your own existence too.
You feel like a spirit possessing a body that does not belong to you.
Preaching what you do not believe in.
Telling tales of who you wish you were.
A self fulfilling prophesy, patting yourself on the back, claiming the gift of foresight.
There is no gift in your self destruction, only mindless oblivion.
Let the darkness in and let it destroy you.
Only a god can wreak this kind of havoc.
Call it divine will, but we see it for what it truly is.
Blasphemy at it's finest.
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The diary of Seth Alexander
No Ficciónas the title suggests, this is legit going to be my diary. and yes, most diaries are supposed to be secret, but I have always been an open book. I like to pretend to be mysterious, but the people around me will all tell you that I am am someone who...
