me, myself & I

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marți, 14 august 2007

the missing piece


The night was so utterly dark that everything around you took scary dimensions and colours. You felt like you were in the darkest hell and there was no way out. The light that sprung from the lamps on the street was insuficient and seemed so far away and so small.

Every step you made on that road creeped fear, a petrifing feeling of fear into your bones. And yet you felt somehow at home. It was a return to your essence, cause we were all made of darkness. Somewhere on that path you felt fullfilled and complete. The darkness poured into your soul and there it slipped into its place like the missing piece of a monumental puzzle. The sunrise is now carressing your face but it doesn’t warm your heart. Your heart is dark and only darkness is now capable to put it on fire.

Your single purpose in life is darkness, your only craving is evil, your only desire is death cause that’s the darkest place of them all. But that’s where you feel perfect, away from the world…

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