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I do not remember the face anymore. But I do know that now the wine tastes of vinegar and sulfur and the nephlem's song is no more then a whisper lost upon the wind.
To rend my flesh now would only yield a grey pyroclastic flow across this taught and drained skin. Heat fury and the absence of light.
Black like the nights sky, with the thousand daggerpoints of light watching like obscene voyeurs to an orgy of pestilence.
I breathe cold vacuum like black pitch from a funeral pyre. My eyes, the hearts of neutron stars gaze at an empty abyss with no compassion remorse or pity.
I, the shepard to these hordes of nebula, only lift my hand to cull this flock. And with a calm voice, reach for the coat hanger, and I ask, " Did you ever really listen?"
To rend my flesh now would only yield a grey pyroclastic flow across this taught and drained skin. Heat fury and the absence of light.
Black like the nights sky, with the thousand daggerpoints of light watching like obscene voyeurs to an orgy of pestilence.
I breathe cold vacuum like black pitch from a funeral pyre. My eyes, the hearts of neutron stars gaze at an empty abyss with no compassion remorse or pity.
I, the shepard to these hordes of nebula, only lift my hand to cull this flock. And with a calm voice, reach for the coat hanger, and I ask, " Did you ever really listen?"