What the hell?

Nov 10, 2007 22:32

"When your grip slips, I am your friction - but not your foothold.
You must find your own strength.

When your confidence drops, I am the bottom of your pit - but not your net.
You must find your own reach.

When your destitution overwhelms you, I am your rest - but not your answer.
You must find your own solution.

When your hope has been caged, I am your bars - but not your escape.
You must find your own key.

When your solitude has defeated you, I am your company - but not your desire.
You must find your own peace.

When your beliefs have failed you, I am your reassurance - but not your replacement.
You must find your own substitution.

When your heart has finally sunk, I am the water - but not your ship.
You must find your own life."

He was just standing there over the bodies with the wisest face I have ever seen, but there was utter insanity in those eyes. This was unlike anything anyone has ever seen, I swear. I wanted to get away but I couldn't, and that's the first time I've ever been really disturbed by him. It was as if a curse had been set on my breathing. By promising all this he promises me to do nothing.

I need to get away from here.

These dreams are insane.

fire, riddles, insanity, corpses, fatigue, desperation, nightmares, vulcan, death

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