I live to serve
What can you say is truly yours?
This.
This.
This twisting, burning, gnawing feeling behind my eyelids.
It's like all these snakes, these creepy oily snakes, turning round and round in my head and hissing their words against my skull and I can't make them STOP.
Day or night. Night or day. Awake or asleep. Asleep or awake. My constant companions, making me see shadows that are there, outlined against the sharp glare of the living day. My oracles, reminding me that the reason that I am alive is to fulfill a quest set down by the gods themselves. Rid the world of an itch, and you will be free.
My demons are my own, as my quest is my own. I hope that one day they will cancel each other out.
Then there will be no more blood. No more flames. No more.
*exhales*
I need to go dismember something.
This.
This.
This twisting, burning, gnawing feeling behind my eyelids.
It's like all these snakes, these creepy oily snakes, turning round and round in my head and hissing their words against my skull and I can't make them STOP.
Day or night. Night or day. Awake or asleep. Asleep or awake. My constant companions, making me see shadows that are there, outlined against the sharp glare of the living day. My oracles, reminding me that the reason that I am alive is to fulfill a quest set down by the gods themselves. Rid the world of an itch, and you will be free.
My demons are my own, as my quest is my own. I hope that one day they will cancel each other out.
Then there will be no more blood. No more flames. No more.
*exhales*
I need to go dismember something.