I suppose loneliness could grow in anyone's heart right? :rolleyes2: But I guess growing accustomed to loneliness could lend itself to the greatest isolation of all - I really feel the numbness sterilizing my heart. If purity is on the edge of evil, what horrors await me when I turn truly pure? The freezing hand of a solitary life bears upon my soul with a weight I cannot fully accept.
And for those who think this sensation adds a dimensional depth to a soul seemingly unmarred by the realities of life, understand that not one creature reveals the whole of their character unbidden in any place. There exist things that lurk in the recesses of minds of people you would never expect. Yes hatred, jealousy, contempt bring forth the basics of human nature but what of the parts that sit just further, just beyond the shores of reason within the comforting embrace of madness? Of those people who find themselves contracting a partnership with that world I bid a firm salutation to you and for me who dwells here within the twilight recesses of this bastion, my deepest wish for you; do not linger.
Trapped by fear and longing, trust and hope - these things can chain you to this place. Burnishing your very flesh, while savory tastes of bitter memories tarry upon tongues gone wild with the passionate heat of sadness. Here. There. Nowhere can one turn in this place to find solace from this sweet torture. Even as a voice cries out for the sullying of their soul, we all know they can only last so long. Only so long before...their purity becomes complete.
And for those who think this sensation adds a dimensional depth to a soul seemingly unmarred by the realities of life, understand that not one creature reveals the whole of their character unbidden in any place. There exist things that lurk in the recesses of minds of people you would never expect. Yes hatred, jealousy, contempt bring forth the basics of human nature but what of the parts that sit just further, just beyond the shores of reason within the comforting embrace of madness? Of those people who find themselves contracting a partnership with that world I bid a firm salutation to you and for me who dwells here within the twilight recesses of this bastion, my deepest wish for you; do not linger.
Trapped by fear and longing, trust and hope - these things can chain you to this place. Burnishing your very flesh, while savory tastes of bitter memories tarry upon tongues gone wild with the passionate heat of sadness. Here. There. Nowhere can one turn in this place to find solace from this sweet torture. Even as a voice cries out for the sullying of their soul, we all know they can only last so long. Only so long before...their purity becomes complete.