sábado, 15 de noviembre de 2014

9: entrails

What to do? Killing myself letting the corpse and the memories rotting in the corner? Being an absolut stupid dumb with the life in mute mode? Or it should be better to became a selfish entity, searching ripped hearts for the endless emptiness of my chest hole?
Every single one of you tried to fix your lifes beeing cruel with me, not letting me any chance to try doing the right things. You all don't let me explore the choices I should have. You only want your desires, and not to be alone, but letting me in the shadows.
You think it is my house. The shadow. The obscurity. The darknes. The hole that licks all the happiness and the light in existence. You let me glint alone, with darkness sucking all my light.

Consuming in the shadow.

You are damned.

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