Who cares anymore what this world has gone through? Who cares that people are dying, and children are weeping because they have just seen their mothers raped and then murdered mercilessly. Blood is everywhere...All of their pain combined could not fill the void within my heart and mind...
It is like a cold, violent storm...I can feel it and not see it. It strikes my sanity to the ground every time I try to think a coherent thought. It laughs impishly, saying that I am pathetic and that I should never have ventured to love...to love...to love...to love...
Love...what exactly is love? \"Piss off?!\" No...wait. Or is it...\"I thought you were different\" or wait, is it this one?! \"You are just like everyone else. I am going to meet a friend now, and I shall never come back\"
Foolish, foolish thoughts! Run away! Come back to me, my lover of old! Can you not see how distressing this is?! You must not care anymore...love...me...anymore...
Do you even wince at the tear-stained cheeks of my own trembling face?! Do you even seek to have me within your arms, sheltering me from the coldness of this aweful storm?!
NO...you are the storm.
Because Duriel is inside you, and he cares nothing for me...BULL SHIT it is a touchy thing to talk about Duriel. I will say his name all I want, for I never want to forget my enemy\'s face and name...so that I can call him forward to seek his destruction for causing a block in the veins of my crimson love for you...he will never destroy that love...I refuse to let him rue me!!!
Trees move bitterly with the onslaught of this dreadful storm...I am struggling to care for something...anything?! You are making me have pain...yet my face will not cry for your amusement. I was just your plaything...something to bide your time until you could find an excuse to cause yourself mutiny and drown yourself overboard with your false anxieties and dilusions...
So, see...
Eden is not completely gone.
I am not so weak as all that...I am yours? Maybe? I am hers? I don\'t know. Whatever you think, it is the opposite...or maybe it\'s just the same? I can\'t read your thoughts. You are causing me pain...you are causing me grief...and with these friends comes the enigmatic apathy for the rest of humanity alltogether.
