MidnightDirge

There was this sickening dark world, the one in which you were buried. They let your body sit in the coldest sun you could have ever seen until Earth itself decided to caress the scarlet humidity between your pores. Inside the darkness, your soul was the one that gathered its breath and used every semblance of power to cry. The demons cried with you; infants on a cold stone, reaching towards the church bells, towards your dreams of heat and a lullaby. You’ve defeated Vanity and Justice, liberating yourself from the tangles of your hair. Could you fathom being the only person who writes their own destiny? How incredibly unremarkable! You were the dying second and possessed the grandeur of it. Pieces of you drifted as soon as you collapsed, giving yourself back to the world you adored. Ashes will now quiet the mouths of the Uncertain and yet Silence will never lead your sleepless fairy-tales. Oh, Nothingness… how superbly you died, lost in a sea of light where you transformed! If