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-5- He sees his battered, meaningless life replay itself before in a dark, crimson hue. He watches it in a pool of warm blood fresh from his throat. Watching it, he is only more assured that what he has done is right. He sees his best times play through in their bleak, reddish tint and his eyes fill up with tears ready to fall. But he will not allow them to fall, paranoid that if they do they might disrupt the painful yet beautiful visions as they drift by. He watches his times with Her, the only times he could dare call himself truly happy, those few times where the bliss is not outweighed by the suffering. But who-5-
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-4-The feeling floods out of him into nothing. He smiles sourly as he goes numb, all his emotion leaving him and into his words. He puts himself through Hell so he could reach Heaven, his pain keeps him from hurting. The enema of pain overtakes him as he writes, losing all connections to his world. He's done crying, done hurting. He writes faster, growing increasingly euphoric as his pain bleeds out in ink. Everything else is forgotten to him as he writes. One might call him mad, but what does he care? His speed grows even more an he lets out a bitter laugh, now free of all his suffering. But still he writes to escape everything that may cause s-4-
by ~thehateresurrection
-3-He struggles to keep his eyes open, his energy drained from the previous, sleepless night. He lays his head down, an uneasy expression cast upon his face. His nights are restless, filled with anxiety and terror. As he lays he thinks about what She has done to him, what She has put him through. He recalls all Her tests, all Her little games as a lone tear trails down his cheek. Lost in his oblivion of memories, he does not notice. Another tear, glistening in the dim moonlight makes its way down that same cheek, following a similar pattern of the first. His eyes fall closed as more tears escape from his eyes and flow down his face. He is aware-3-
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-2-She bares her claws to protect her exposed, fragile heart. Yet sometimes her claws are retracted, making her heart is easy to reach. But are they really gone, or merely hiding, waiting for some unknowing soul to try to take it? She uses her heart as bait to attract her victims. She viciously draws in her victims, her heart as their calling.-2-
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