THE FREEDOM OF DEATH Deep within a cave, I found him, lurking, by the deepest end of his lair. Holding a skull in his hand the creature spoke onto it: "Your downfall has been celebrated for many a year, and the cloak of your absence has only thickened. Our wounds are deep, but the ages are mute, to the echoes of our sacrifice. You never needed anyone’s forgiveness my friend." He set it down inside a hollow in the wall, then spoke onto me: "Did your every dream crumble alongside the ancient, or are you just disdainful of novelty? Why do you look forward with nostalgia for the past, that bungling failure our every wit cannot outlast? Honestly, I doubted your fears would allow you to make it this far, even so, I’m afraid spiritual annihilation did not afford you any freedoms. " You´re the one I’ve been looking for, the one I sought to hide, who, like a certain chaos inside, corrodes the guidelines of my pride. A disillusioned idealist, a caustic critic, who within reach of perfect ideas, turns compassion into an alien landscape. Logically consistent, naturally incongruent, in sadism masterful and fluent! There’s no escaping you… I plunged murderously at him, staking my very existence on one moment. Your death is mine by right, you turbulent perversion of sight! Blackout.-
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 19:20:57 +0000
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