I drowned myself in fire in hopes that even the tiniest spark could remain as the sands of time flow in eternity.
What was carried within those times is the hope of rekindling the fire that once burned in desires.
Burning with great intensity so a moth could finally kiss my unholy flame.
As this being continues to burn with intense flames,
in its wake are just scattered ashes and a kingdom in flames.
She set herself ablaze and burned herself in the process.
The being could no longer tolerate the endless and empty void.
In the end, a white expanse of glacier remained in the once-burning kingdom.
A heart remained, but it is just an empty shell.
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My Melancholia
RandomHymns for those in dark places, where the sun doesn't reach us, yet we persist in seeking light as human beings.
