self infliction leads to my death, my death leads to my rebirth, I live on in the world while all else fails and dies, why must all vanish to leave Me to live alone, why must I be so loney, why cant I find the end others find so easily.
what is life and death but a turn of the wheel, how long will I last wrists and legs nailed to the wheel holding me up till I die, Mm skin rots and flesh falls from my bones, finaly my bones turn to dust releasing me from the wheel, how long will I stay on the wheel of time and live?
self infliction fades with the scars, the blade that cuts once will cut again growing dull, cutting deeper taking more effort to gain the same result for this life, always the result changes grows less making me try harder, you do not need to bother with me for my soul is old, the old soul of a old being seeking rest in nothingness, you do not need to bother let me slide away and fade into the darkness
what is time but the measurement of one's thought and that depends on ones state of relaxation to conduct that thought deep relaxation enhances deep thought so when humans are alone and relaxed it drives them to question and guess at so many things that they dont understand and sometimes try to make sense of the senseless for humans are a falliable race that will always wonder what is beyond their comprehension.
The razor blade dances over my fingertips in slow motion parting flesh with a spurt of crimson blood, The blood stains the blade scarlet while not seeming to even touch my flesh, Suddenly the blood upon the blade turns to rust while razor cracks and crumbles in a shower of ancient steel and rust, I see razors dancing over my fingertips slicing them open and blood spurts out yet there is no pain no feeling nothing but horror and wonder at the beauty of it, Its so simple in the beauty of the crimson blood chasing the edge of the razor.
Pain without love leaves me shallow, fear soon makes me hollow. I would rather feel pain then nothing at all, I start to grow numb and begin to fall. Soon anger and agony ripe their way through me leaving me broken and torn. Sickness and disease rip through your body, soon the pain will no longer be felt in this world.
Alt...Pain without love leaves me shallow, fear soon makes Me hollow. A hunger flows through me beginning in my eyes, flowing to my lips soon to be consumed by you. Achored to this life soon I will drift away to take another life and begin again, anger and agony will soon pulse through me. Numbness swallowed me once but I would rather feel pain then nothing at all. Sickness and disease rip through your body, soon the pain will no longer be felt. I cant get enough, soon this stuff will cause my end. I like it rough, but in this life I think I have had enough.
My skin shimmers upon my flesh and slowly fades with time, rotting and falling away to fall upon the ground, upon which I came I go again, to the end of time that many think of and few go, long lived are those of blood, we live long seeking love but only find empty shells, my soul seeps out threw my eyes with my tears to fall forgotten to the dirt, I am slipping away to slide down with the tears forgotten to the dirt to rise again, the cycle burns through my mind with the memories of past lives and loves, always to fall again forgotten to the dirt and fade...
Watch the sky blossom with morning color, filling your day with light. The light is not for everyone, but only the ones that survive and thrive within it. Some other may need the darkness to live, depending upon it to hide them. Then there are those that sit in the middle of the two, basking in the shadows and watching both from a distance. The distance between light and dark is hair thin, just as shadow from light and dark. ut there are the few exceptions where someone within the darkness emit their own light, blinding those within it. Just as there are some in the light that emit darkness, being invisable to the ones there.
I walk through the night dark and forgotten passing you but you dont see Me, I brush past you but all you feel is the soft caress of the wind, I turn in rage and slice down into your soul with My sword of darkness, all you feel is a small shiver course your spine, I step back in pain that you dont see or hear Me, you look around feeling the hair upon your neck tingle with slight awareness, I close My eyes and concentrate buidling My power around you, you feel the tingle sweep down to your soul and you shake your head saying its nothing, I turn and walk away sad and forgotten,you walk on never knowing of what I have done what I am, I mourn that all I do is forgotten and passed as nothing, all you feel is the sweet comfort of the night, I fade away into nothingness leaving no trace, all you feel is freedom without a reason why.