AngelBurn

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wrote this on july 12th
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the man in black fled across the desert and i followed. as i walked through the desert sweltering dieing of thirst i came upon something which in the distance i perceived as a rock, as i neared i came to see it was as deamon and he was looking at me. eating of his own heart from his hand. this grotesque display of vulgarity was pristene in this dead world, the heat rising from the ground like fumes, the abomination sat in a circle of blood and mutilated corpses, untold souls had met their grizzly fate at the hand of this monster, corpses strewn about recklesly as if no care for what resided with the shell,crude instraments of torture which i could not percive were thrown causually about this area, as if this was the creatures house; the desert. the torn battered bodys left alay left me confused, so as the sight i was witinessing was a show of self-cannibalism. as the wind blew the grewsome smell of rotting festering flesh and the kick of the sad stung into my nose and deep into my heart, the rage and hate i felt at this monstrosity in this instant was unmatched and cannot be touched. i thought surely i would rather die by my own had than at the hands of this monster, he glanced at me as if reading the words that just ran though my head. and responded to what i was just thinking "no, no my friend you have already ended" i now glacing feircly at this monster hate glowing from my eyes cringing to hold back the scrams and the tears, the unholy torture i wished to unleash upon this, this thing. "but you, you are not my next. all of thes, these here. they could not see, but you do! you do!" he said and nodded of into nonsence; incoherant words and gibberish spewed out of his mouth as i stood in wonder as to how i could wholly grasp this moment and still be sane. though i dont think i was at about this time. grasping onto any sanity which i could pulling down to the thread i asked him "friend, why do you eat your heart? do you think it is good?" with as much sarcasm as i could put into it. he grinned lips pulling back showing long rows of sharp block rotting teeth, eyes bulging out of the sockets red, like the face of a long rotted corpse he seemed to me, with the stench to go with it. bworownish green liquid spewed and dribbled from his mouth as he said unto me "o my friend you would not understand yet, but you will; let me say" he caughed and seemed as if it was going to choke on the vile liquids which resided in the carcas before me turned back to me and spoke again. "i will say this, it is bitter; but it is good" he or it turned to look into the sunset on the firepaved horizon now begining to form and spake again "not because it is bitter is it good; but because it is my own." choking angain the thing trys to stay focused on the sunset as if intent on waching it as he died " this is our last sunset, for me now but you will be here once again and next time it will be your last sunset as you explain this to yourself once again like the one before me and the one before him" struggleing " we are still one my friend and you die today but live to see tommorrow, soon; soon tommorrow will see you. and you will come to know all who are here and know what it means to die alone ten thousand times over, until the cycle of infinity ends and the universe collapses upon its own weight. then you will for once be glad to die, now i am happy to go its been so long, im so tired, so much saddness. its time... time to go." as he collapsed at my feet the complexities of all this ran though my mind as a whirlwind, the thought of eternity driving me mad. i could do nothing but weep to myself for all the hatered and anger i have wroght tides of woe and malice which have befallen me hold my heart in steel, i try to grasp that this is myself im looking into a mirror ints insatable the splinter in my mind which now cannot be removed, sceaming at god on the edge of the world for the answers yet i get none, the story never ends, its always the beginning. i lie down next to myself and touch this deamon fleash which use to be so human what seems like so long ago, i wonder what is to become of me, to become this thing, this monster, i could not immagine the anguish this thing had suffered, though i felt no pity either, he chose his own path as i must myself and if i become this thing then i do it to myself and that is to be my fate, until the cycle is broken and i choose not to repeat the mistakes i had made along this path or until infinity ends and the universe collapses if that may ever happen. i am doomed to walk alone in this grey world, but what may be if i break this cycle?

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