Take love in small doses.
Exhale this fractured blackness.
Step backwards.
Immolate the space.
As surely as the beasts of purgatory lust for blood, I crave bliss.
Ignite my veins, pure ether.
I am forced to say this.
Afflictions I cannot trace.
Fate I cannot taste.
A test I cannot fake.
And on this night, alone with my smoldering imagination, I weep tears of lunacy. I stretch my mortal hands to the heavens above and curse the conspiracy that haunts this skeletal wreck.
Break me.
Hate me.
Forsake me.
I am restrained in these remains.
For a time.
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