When the sun rises or the moon arrives, they are the light and I am the dark. I am the dark in their resonating light. When God got there for the first time in Heaven, I was the first dance. I am the first dance to a great wake. When Lucifer went down, down to thy burning Hells, I was the dance. I am also the dance to great death.
I am a soulless creature, just a body, and no spirit. You ask how such a thing can live in thy world of humans, and I reply that it is because I am controlled. Controlled by two others with such power. Humans are funny, never believe what they cannot see and yet they say I am no such thing. They do not believe me.
Well, I don’t blame them; I mean this does sound like someone who just got out thy white jacket. But still, I do not blame them for not believing such a tale. This is all of me; everything I had to suffer, everything I had to live with, and I still dislike this… Living this life, like a creature from Hell is verily hard, these are my last memories, last regrets, my last regards…
What am I? Even I am not sure what I am any more, but a foul creature with no spirit. No shadow and no reflection now, I am changing but what till? She says that your voice chased away all the sanity in her; I chased all the sanity in me by doing something else. Just watching as I change into a creature, with no humanity left… May tis be a vampire, and maybe something else...
Tis what I had to live with my whole life, such suffering of a curse most dark. I watch out my eyes, as thy sky grows darker,
the Earth closing its eternal eyelids, concealing thy sun once
more and hiding thy noble Earth from such a thing called light.
And once again bringing out another yellow light that all of the
creatures hail to, thy moon, thy bright and noble moon, like as if it was
thy bright and golden halo of the so-called Jesus Christ.
Everyone has a sanctuary, a symbol, a scar of sorrow that mustn’t be touched, for especially with me. Because a sorrow as great as mine is much more fragile than any other. Any other sorrow still remains fragile and shan’t be touched. The man in thy mirror faced me and stared at my scar, it mustn’t be touched, but he did so anyways, and healed my scar only to make another one appear.
This is everything, this is me…All Of Me…
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