「 Torment 」
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 《 苦悩 》
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The life of a demon is long and hard. The road on which we walk winds and curves up and down steep hills, into rigorous mountains, through darkened forests, blocking out all light. We exist forever in a world filled with hatred, malice, a bad taste in its mouth for beings like us. Acceptance is far beyond our reach, yet, we still continue to claw at it endlessly. Sleep-depraved, lonely nights that seem to go on forever, we are lifeless. We kill in cold blood and swallow their souls, expecting satisfaction in such acts. But, not even that can fill the void in our chests. Something is missing from our lives; it's almost impossible to find it. When you cut us, we still bleed. When you lash out, we still feel remorse. When our hearts are broken, it still hurts, and all we want to do at times is hide. Forgetfulness would be such a blessing to a monster with all the time in the world to remember. It's like torture, being able to recall every moment since the beginning of time, knowing that you were born for murder. Not even a ringing in our ears, a scream in our minds, not even death could drown our torment. That's all we know. It is all we know. - ☠
