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Ritual
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
Rustily digs away...
Every year
Every month
Every day
Consuming... More... More...
I'm not entirely sure whether I should be holding faith...
Whether it should be the strength to change,
Or whether it be the stronger impact on my chest when dreams are shattered yet again
Perhaps, I shall forever wander aimlessly to find my next targets to claw these filthy nails into
It all be brokenly cold, frost-bitten.
Like a single droplet of exposure inflicting so brutal damage upon the human heart
Yet 'the human heart' would be use of an incorrect term
For I am not that pure-hearted human that all expect out of such
No... I'm just that foolish, blind demon with poison running through my veins
The one that lies within a flawlessly locked cage of boundary
Restrained with sharp-rust chains painfully digging into bleeding wounds
Within deep, deep murky-grey waters of pitiful memories
So this be my remote sanctuary
Just where I belong
Locked away, without additional interaction
Without any further harm to my painfully fallen surroundings, biodegrading into the foul crimson-brown soils
Ah, and in steps the silly flawless loop which I lack the powerful ability to shatter into countless pieces.
Whether you deviate from such a loop,
Somehow inevitably, you harshly fall into the same board game once again with torment
Only yet to play the role of, what appears to be, wolf
It hurts.
The sharp pain that immediately shoots up my spine, signaling its start
And how it continues to linger within my body
Such insanity meets no end
With each breath -- shorter, sharper --
With each minute -- numbing, easing --
I'm so blind to such extents that I can never tell whether it remains or not
Yet vanish, the feeling cannot -- for begone be impossible
Surrounding
Suffocating
Spellbinding
Then, finally, as my last breath drains to the ending of its remains, in steps the final blow of conflict upon oneself
I summon you, parasites!
Please, do madly devour at your favourite treats!
Feast away,
And do so until none be left!
Put an end to this ritual,
Destroy this demon's existence!
Do not hesitate,
For this shall all reach the end.
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
Rustily digs away...
Every year
Every month
Every day
Consuming... More... More...
I'm not entirely sure whether I should be holding faith...
Whether it should be the strength to change,
Or whether it be the stronger impact on my chest when dreams are shattered yet again
Perhaps, I shall forever wander aimlessly to find my next targets to claw these filthy nails into
It all be brokenly cold, frost-bitten.
Like a single droplet of exposure inflicting so brutal damage upon the human heart
Yet 'the human heart' would be use of an incorrect term
For I am not that pure-hearted human that all expect out of such
No... I'm just that foolish, blind demon with poison running through my veins
The one that lies within a flawlessly locked cage of boundary
Restrained with sharp-rust chains painfully digging into bleeding wounds
Within deep, deep murky-grey waters of pitiful memories
So this be my remote sanctuary
Just where I belong
Locked away, without additional interaction
Without any further harm to my painfully fallen surroundings, biodegrading into the foul crimson-brown soils
Ah, and in steps the silly flawless loop which I lack the powerful ability to shatter into countless pieces.
Whether you deviate from such a loop,
Somehow inevitably, you harshly fall into the same board game once again with torment
Only yet to play the role of, what appears to be, wolf
It hurts.
The sharp pain that immediately shoots up my spine, signaling its start
And how it continues to linger within my body
Such insanity meets no end
With each breath -- shorter, sharper --
With each minute -- numbing, easing --
I'm so blind to such extents that I can never tell whether it remains or not
Yet vanish, the feeling cannot -- for begone be impossible
Surrounding
Suffocating
Spellbinding
Then, finally, as my last breath drains to the ending of its remains, in steps the final blow of conflict upon oneself
I summon you, parasites!
Please, do madly devour at your favourite treats!
Feast away,
And do so until none be left!
Put an end to this ritual,
Destroy this demon's existence!
Do not hesitate,
For this shall all reach the end.
I felt that I needed to write again.
Although, this piece sounds incredibly scratched and rusty.
Perhaps I'll re-write when I feel like it or I'll just simply scrap it.
If you guys follow me on twitter, some of these may sound familiar.
**edit**
Just so you know.
Wolf is lightly referring to Sheep and Wolf, which some may recognize as Chickens and Foxes. Whatever animals used. Strategy game to cross the river without animals dying. If a sheep is left with too many wolves, it's killed and it's game over. You get the point.
Although, this piece sounds incredibly scratched and rusty.
Perhaps I'll re-write when I feel like it or I'll just simply scrap it.
If you guys follow me on twitter, some of these may sound familiar.
**edit**
Just so you know.
Wolf is lightly referring to Sheep and Wolf, which some may recognize as Chickens and Foxes. Whatever animals used. Strategy game to cross the river without animals dying. If a sheep is left with too many wolves, it's killed and it's game over. You get the point.
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