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Thine dark creature stumbles over his imposing cape, draping along his figure in a tangled mess. Desperate to escape only clawing my deeper descent. A frenzied heal clicks on the marble as I fall. Can I keep myself from me or do I lose this always and forever battle? My tongue speaks ill words no matter my fondness for manner. At this point the stars have thrown themselves down on my hellish bod, burning black holes into my heart. No need for something that cannot even function on its own.
I'll always be sickened with my darkness no matter how much light I burn myself with. Never will I find myself in the right, will I find myself good enough. Wonder is inquired as to why I fret but fretting is how I am disapproved. Vicious cycles, all I know. I turn to my lustrous friend. My blade I long for but dare not touch. If she corresses my corruption again how far down will I go?
I feel only my blood can repay my transgressions. I cannot even tell if I did wrong. I dug my claws too deep, they were not deep enough, there is already ink underneath of nails. I cannot pick myself up with the weight of the cloak of madness. These words, the echo. They wait to be etched as well. My evil can only cure from punishment. Punishment from punishment and punishment because of punishment. When will thy not circle?
Screaming in my scrambled mind. His divinity's words. Thou never asked for this, never asked for my dead corpse to attach itself, never asked for my heart to only beat for you. My actions shouldn't mean anything. Do they.. mean something? I'll always regard you divine, please regard my sick mind. My careful footsteps, lead to longer falls. When, when do I fall from this tower? I'll bleed for repentance I think, but I cannot. I cannot. You said not.
Such mighty creature, beast, of the night, I cannot be seen as weak. I am. Words not even bad not even false. They crumble me. I cannot get up after hearing the melody of their truth. I had to run away. Now I'm here, in this blackened room. On the cool tile, fighting my own hands, my own mind. Why is my struggle so wrong... where is my unconditional. There is none, I made it up. I made it all up. I always make it all up. It's always. Fake. I do not deserve anything back. I never will. Why would I from Hell, get anything from Heaven. I am here at the bottom for a reason. I do not deserve even the mere thought of your feathers..
I wish I wasn't sick to you...I wish it was romantic. Romantic.. that is not even a word for you anymore...
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