It could, it would – almost, maybe, just about- kick you,
fuck you, bend you over- if you let it.
Ink and paper/Paper and Ink have been guzzled down the drains of this cesspool of a thing- let’s call it humanity. And they all say it is love that will do it. They are lying.
Strong is just a word, patience is another. Here take Serenity and shove it alongside the others.
Ink and paper/Paper and Ink have been guzzled down the drains of this cesspool of a thing- let’s call it humanity. And they all say it is love that will do it. They are lying.
Strong is just a word, patience is another. Here take Serenity and shove it alongside the others.
What gets you, shreds you into nothing you can ever imagine
being- is despair. Do not mistake despair to be a child of love. Despair is the
oldest thing that ever was. Despair is the creeping thing that abounds in night
and day and sings a siren song. Despair begins and ends.
When it comes, it will break you, unmake you.
It lies in the ruins of a shattered mug. It smiles from the bloodied knuckles of your hand. It screams in your head as you try and fail to suffocate yourself in your bedclothes. Despair is the root and the tip. Every time it rises, it rises in the urge to break, break, break, break. It is despair not anger, but it is human to confuse the two. Every broken face, every broken mirror reflects despair.
Break it all, break it now. Break everything. Hear the music shatter and crescendo out in the world. Break it all for the pleasure of seeing it break. For the pleasure of hearing it break. For the pleasure of...simply the pleasure of.
Break, break, break, break and then perhaps you will learn the language of despair.
It is something you were born to learn.
Don’t worry.
When it comes, it will break you, unmake you.
It lies in the ruins of a shattered mug. It smiles from the bloodied knuckles of your hand. It screams in your head as you try and fail to suffocate yourself in your bedclothes. Despair is the root and the tip. Every time it rises, it rises in the urge to break, break, break, break. It is despair not anger, but it is human to confuse the two. Every broken face, every broken mirror reflects despair.
Break it all, break it now. Break everything. Hear the music shatter and crescendo out in the world. Break it all for the pleasure of seeing it break. For the pleasure of hearing it break. For the pleasure of...simply the pleasure of.
Break, break, break, break and then perhaps you will learn the language of despair.
It is something you were born to learn.
Don’t worry.
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