These are methods leading to madness.
I thought you'd learned to shut up by now. I thought I'd buried you down so far that no one could hear you. But you still manage to bubble up and cry out from my mouth, you damned persistant thing. Be still, pump with passion no more...quiet yourself. You will bend to my will eventually. Don't you understand that when you plead for absolution...they don't care? It's really rather pathetic, that you think they'll care...
You try, over and over, only to be forgotten....and who's left to soothe you? Me. Who calms you when sadness rages so strong you fear death from it? Me. Who is the only one here for you? Who understands? Me. You will run, eager for the chase...but no one is behind you, silly thing. No one is racing after you. It's not worth the effort. No one wants to give any effort for anything these days...So be still, my sweet. Let the cold fortress I've built enshroud and protect you. Even now I can feel you submitting, slowing under my pressure and no longer flooding my veins with your precious "feelings" and despair that near chokes the very breath from me.
Don't you understand I am trying to save us?! If you continue on this way, you'll kill us both! So just...hush, sweet, gentle one...Stop clamoring against me, me who only tries to help you...Stop troubling their ears with nonsense... And stop reading that silliness that fills you with an empty sense of hope and longing. It's not real, you know...Why keep crushing yourself over and over? Do you enjoy falling? Do you enjoy the pain, the weeping? No. So just listen to me, my darling...sleep. Sleep and soon you'll feel nothing anymore. I promise.
You try, over and over, only to be forgotten....and who's left to soothe you? Me. Who calms you when sadness rages so strong you fear death from it? Me. Who is the only one here for you? Who understands? Me. You will run, eager for the chase...but no one is behind you, silly thing. No one is racing after you. It's not worth the effort. No one wants to give any effort for anything these days...So be still, my sweet. Let the cold fortress I've built enshroud and protect you. Even now I can feel you submitting, slowing under my pressure and no longer flooding my veins with your precious "feelings" and despair that near chokes the very breath from me.
Don't you understand I am trying to save us?! If you continue on this way, you'll kill us both! So just...hush, sweet, gentle one...Stop clamoring against me, me who only tries to help you...Stop troubling their ears with nonsense... And stop reading that silliness that fills you with an empty sense of hope and longing. It's not real, you know...Why keep crushing yourself over and over? Do you enjoy falling? Do you enjoy the pain, the weeping? No. So just listen to me, my darling...sleep. Sleep and soon you'll feel nothing anymore. I promise.