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Darkheart


Emotion purge. Because I can't do anything with them. Because I am stone. Because I am hollow. Died once, in my heart. The flesh might as well have died too. But it didn't. A small shame, for I drag on, relentless. All things must try to live. Life is the organization of matter. Organization of matter is The Meaning.

42.

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I wish I could cry. Don't really remember what that's like. I wish I could love. Feel the sunlight. But it only hurts my eyes, only sickens me to look upon. I still...Curse him!

What do I live for? What do I live for? What do I live for? What do I live for? Life itself?

I hate myself. I hate everything. Kill the angels.
Chew flesh. Drink blood. Scream at the moon. Dark eyes of coal see only shadow.

We are all more fragile than we seem.

Empty bones have I, filled with air and echoes. Empty soul. A bird with no song, only silent killing grace. No redemption, only hunger. I have no place. The world moves on. I wish I could cry. But that would be useless.

All I want is to be touched. All I want is to be healed. ALL I WANT IS TO DESTROY. ALL I WANT IS TO REND THE WORLD APART. Bleed, bleed, Earth. Let the essence ooze from stony pores. The sky will do nothing but watch, an impersonal god.

Dearheart, Dearheart, I miss you.