...Violence of the mind has always harbored deep within me...
...No one lives forever...except within your memories.
Things happen and you cannot change them...how they happen...how they appear to your eyes...
Brown eyes change to white as they cloud up to a dead gaze...but I don't wish this to be.
Empty words are replaceable only by love...something I cannot seem to grasp.
What I would give to just feel a warm hand upon my skin...but now all I feel are all the dead corpses that I am lying on. A bed of death where bones jut out into the back of my neck...I cannot turn on my quilted resting place because i am too tired from trying to breathe underneath this blanket of rotting skin. Covered over my head, the stench is so overpowering...I feel hopelessly lost and full of refuse.
I struggle to get out of the choking blankets...but this bed of death has blocked out the light from the outside...I am lost within myself...my own darkness.
Replacing everything but my insanity...I am severely lost in this quagmire of self-loathing. I feel as though nothing can save me from this resting place.
Ash starts to fill my mouth...
...No water to wash it down, so it turns my tongue into the texture of sawdust.
...No light to show the way, so I am left holding the hand of Death...my beautiful angel who has fallen from above.
More and more carcases are being thrown down upon my bed, and the weight is starting to crush in on me...I can barely breathe.
Death says that the only way to freedom is to accept the living soul within...to embrace who I was created to be...to be underneath her, instead of the cause of her.
I am evolving into something more grand than her lavender hand and crystal fingernails. Something more diabolical than her mind, and more sinister than her spirit-gaze.
I have knelt to the Light before and have been blinded by such an event...now I bow to a whole new and different type of creature. One who had experienced everything...
...Now I kneel to something who thinks like I do...
I am my own person...
Only this time, I have a black hole to show me the way...to swallow the Light that bars my path.
Beautiful brown eyes...
...I am coming to make your eyes clear.
You are the one thing I long for, other than this new life.
My promise still stands.
I know that yours does, too.
They can do nothing to stop me...
...the fools who think they can will find themselves turning around in their own bed of death...
...the marking of my territory.
