That regretful dog
The many nights wasted p retending conversations, r esulted in strength built to deal with the shitstorm your soul brings. Wasted time like our story. The light was bright and the tunnel was short, but behind were the questions being dragged like the dead bodies I could have been. Maybe I should have been. The demon is near, I can smell its stench in the halls of the traitors… those who enable the rapist of this broken soul. Why talk to empty walls? The singularity within sucks all motivation from the source of chi, leaving a hollow carcass in a fallen throne for a wretched kingdom. And I need to be understanding? The gault is melting below my feet. Sinking in it are the wishes that died, the memories built on lies, the future to never be, the hope for any remorse and the pride of resolution. It means nothing if nothing was learnt. It’s worthless if the vision remains clouded. It will never change if the heart is already rotten. May the end be a slow dance of terror and may it find you