Life is going on. I can't fathom the number of eons that I have left behind. I close my eyes.
You would think that nothing pleases me anymore. But no.
There is something that has kept me going. The shards of light that peeks through the heavy cloak of green that I see above me, as I am lying down.
The rain too. The squeal of something dying is actually soothing to my black ears. My black is showing today. The black in my skin and deep in my soul,that is. It looks almost beautiful. Black is beautiful. I like the days when I'm dark, than when I'm flushed. Yeah right, I change colours like a crazy chameleon.I hate to look like a freaking fucking fairy because I am not one. I am not your bloody black angel either. I survive on the essence of your life. The more you know me, the more difficult it is for you not surrender your own essence to me.
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Assassin of Hearts
FantasyMandahuaca, not him. Mandahuaca. not him. NOT HIM. I have to keep repeating this mantra. Over and Over until I lose sight of the big bad boy across me in this land of nowhere.
