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What is it that compels me this day to open my eyes? Why do I expend the energy necessary to lift these lids, When nothing less than pure desolation will surely fill them? It is my reality which I find to be soul-consuming, and It is my dreams that hold the last bastion of my sanity. Sleep is my sanctuary. Awake, I am a pawn in another man's sick game. Awake, I am used as though my soul were already spent; Already useless; already gone. My soul is alive, yet; It refuses to be discarded; To be thrown into the pit of despair That is becoming more and more prevalent, So dominant in my waking mind, that its appeal grows with every hour. Stay closed eyes! Stay closed fast! Don't let this day come! Never see its horrible light, or the terrors hidden therein. Never gaze upon such wickedness again. Seal yourselves off now, you're needed no more. Two more portals to hell forever closed, forever dimmed. |
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