The line that is quoted is not mine. I take no credit for it what so ever
Darkness. Oh how I long to be consumed by what has deteriorated my very essence of existence in so little time.
But alas, fate being the cruel thing that it is, prevents myself to slowly lose my existence quickly but would rather me be slowly tortured.
Oh how I wish to become the result of a sweet dream gone horribly wrong. Tired that I already an what I so long to be.
But how pitiful it is that I plague this eternal nightmare on innocent souls, once so pure by light, but now damned to forever reside in hell.
Oh why must I continue to recite this demonic lament in hopes of forgiveness?
“Fear us but do not hate us, for we can not help who we truly are.”
I curse the one who created that line. But I can not curse myself just as death cannot become of thyself.
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