Black and white came together in the sky
and the world was no longer the same
I was not myself
I looked back over my shoulder
Saw the hills broken into pieces
The landscape dotted with gaping chasms
where once was solid ground
I don't know how we got lost
inside my mind,
but I don't want to stay here.
This isn't music at night, it's a fucking soul dirge
Oh my god
I feel dead and gone
And I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
The sword shattered in my hand
Before, I was lifeless
Dead girl walking
Now I must be deathless
I can't lose this. Him. Us.
Walls of screaming death
Closing in around me
They are invisible to everyone else
It is only a matter of time until we are all crushed under their weight and I can see them coming...
Lightless black pits, bottomless as time
Can't you smell them?
They smell like nothingness. The loss of all hope. The end of everything. Everyone. Everywhere. Everywhen.
There is no way out. No escape. No alternative. Heat death and oblivion.
"Intelligent girls are more depressed cause they know what the world is really like."* And what it is moving toward. Absolute zero. Absolute death. Complete absence of any light or warmth or movement. Is the universe moving toward the ultimate hell? Eternal and inescapable.
Tears are hot rain, searing paths down cheeks. I want my own blood to flow so you can see how much my heart aches for you and your hurt. It is full of bloody, fierce love, this heart of mine. Your soul is no less than my own, and I value it just as highly. If I could take your pain, I would. As it is, I must rely upon others for help. You don't know, but it grates on me having to wait even one extra second for your pain to be relieved. I will fix this if it is the last thing I do.
Notes on a page were once electrical impulses in a brain. They gained form and then multiplied every time someone picked up the music and played it, letting them dance through the air like mayflies.
I am gasping, drowning, dying.
Soul crushed, dragged under a pile of bitter, broken dreams to scream out its last wails alone. Get out! Don't look at me! This is heart death, not for your eyes. I keen with my heart strings and my tears, every single last feeling I possess and all the remaining strength in my limbs.
*Sentence courtesy of the ever-glorious Miss Emilie Autumn, may she reign forever as Plague Rat Queen