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it is a monster of flesh and blood, one that will rip apart your body, mind, and soul until you can no longer feel anything, its razor claws sunken deep into each muscle, slowly constricting you, killing you. its greedy eyes overlooking every promise, every hope to return, tearing apart the wings of a beautiful angel. underneath the surface, you try to understand what happened, the blood from every pore seeping across a concrete floor, and finally you understand, but it brings no comfort, no enlightenment, the answer was always there, but a piece of you kept it locked away, because were you ever to discover the answer, you would already be past the point of forgiveness. you awaken to yourself only to find that the casket is closed, but it doesn't surprise you, thats the catch; you always knew that when the answer came it would already be too late, but you let the monster in anyway, you always knew the answer. you always knew that it would kill you, slowly and painfully take your life away, but you allowed yourself to give yourself false hope after false hope until every lie was a reality created and maintained especially for the purpose of killing yourself. you knew the answer all along.
there is a door at the end of the hallway, one that i have visited many times. there is a room past it, a room that i have spent much time in, but not enough. the hallway is filled with everything i need, it was a casual desire once, but an addiction has made it into a need, a false need accompanied by a false hope in a false reality. i cannot be in the room and the hallway at the same time, you may argue, but ive tried, and i simply cannot be in both at the same time. therefore, the epidemy of human choice is presented, a choice which once was made, and then changed, and then changed again until, one day, the choice was no longer yours to make, you have given up your ability to choose because your addiction has taken over. you may think you can make decissions, but you cannot. there is only one decission you can make, and that is to try and fight off the demon's claws imbedded in your sallow, dying flesh.
a single silver chord is my only escaping word
there is a door at the end of the hallway, one that i have visited many times. there is a room past it, a room that i have spent much time in, but not enough. the hallway is filled with everything i need, it was a casual desire once, but an addiction has made it into a need, a false need accompanied by a false hope in a false reality. i cannot be in the room and the hallway at the same time, you may argue, but ive tried, and i simply cannot be in both at the same time. therefore, the epidemy of human choice is presented, a choice which once was made, and then changed, and then changed again until, one day, the choice was no longer yours to make, you have given up your ability to choose because your addiction has taken over. you may think you can make decissions, but you cannot. there is only one decission you can make, and that is to try and fight off the demon's claws imbedded in your sallow, dying flesh.
a single silver chord is my only escaping word