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The unrequited dream. The song that...no one can sing...
Tell me, you few survivors...who among you has tasted love...? Who among you would taste it...now if offered it? Would you embrace it to your very core...or run and hide, afraid of what repercussions it might give int he end.
Love is such a nasty element. Bittersweet...fragile...but it comforts me. Almost as much as death. But I find that the taste of a lover's warm lips are almost as erotic as the feel of that last breath before expiration. The look in one's eyes when they realize that all is gone. And then...they accept what is to come.
Do any of you seek death? I could surely help you...
We could help one another.
Tell me, you few survivors...who among you has tasted love...? Who among you would taste it...now if offered it? Would you embrace it to your very core...or run and hide, afraid of what repercussions it might give int he end.
Love is such a nasty element. Bittersweet...fragile...but it comforts me. Almost as much as death. But I find that the taste of a lover's warm lips are almost as erotic as the feel of that last breath before expiration. The look in one's eyes when they realize that all is gone. And then...they accept what is to come.
Do any of you seek death? I could surely help you...
We could help one another.