{her soul; submerged in the fires of hell, cooled in the waters of heaven and hammered relentlessly by the gods. she is a weapon forged with both chaos and serenity. -daniel saint}
the cold is comforting; to me it is at least and now? now it's just as deep as the silencei was surrounded by. to what extent had i let my personal demons tear me limb from limb, i hadn't come to a conclusion to that yet. i had already broken down, sank down to my knees in defeat and watched the world burn down over the last few years.what is left? what is left for me? what more can anyone take from me? i wasn't sure.
so now as i sit perched on the cold, solid half pipe in the empty, graffti covered skate park. i was lost in a sea of thoughts that have been haunting me; it all came flooding back to me. everything i've done so far, all that i couldn't let go of no matter how hard i fucking tried. it was all a reincarnation of what i was once centries ago, life times ago.
scattering the ashes of what once was, fighting a fatal attraction that had led me to the oath that i had made almost five and a half years ago; under a ghostly white moon, dying stars and the watchfull eyes of the gods and goddesses. all in vain, navie hope and now? i'm hanging my head down so low in complete defeat. my dying heart is shattered to pices with strings shape to the point of no recognation and drowing in the depths of my broken chest. it is all over, it is truly all over now; or so i had thought.
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Downfall of thy deviants child
AléatoireFor as thought roar of the night let my sadden soul slumber in your darken lullaby and strobes of light for the battle is over this war has been lost across the grave yard the crows and Ravens sing in mock as they watched... The fall of another pu...
