It grows. Anger. Like a black sickness, reminding you of the night sky bleached of it's stars. Others can sense your wounds from the scalding but cannot see the stinging, raw wounds.

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It grows. Anger. Like a black sickness, reminding you of the night sky bleached of it's stars. Others can sense your wounds from the scalding but cannot see the stinging, raw wounds.

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When the sun comes down, the moon will guide us to you. Welcoming us home was a mistake.
The puppet king has died, drowned in all the opportunities he missed.
The shadow girl has died, crushed by all the velvet curtains she couldn’t dodge
The star child has died, struck by all the people they couldn’t please.
the wanderer has died, asphyxiated by all the plants they couldn’t control.
The sentinel has died, destroyed by the weight of the lives he could not save.
The Dragon King has died, betrayed by the friends he wished to protect.
The Violet Eyed angel has died, silenced by the God he failed to appease.
The wild one has died, ruined by the mechanical monsters he tried to befriend.
Tell me, what have you never been told, but would adore hearing?
I’ll begin;
“You have done well.”
“I release you.”
“Your anger is reasonable.”
“You’ve come so far”
“It’s okay to cry; it is okay to scream.”
“It’s ok to not be ok.”
“Don’t lie to me, I know you’re hurting.”
“It’s okay to not socialize for days. You don’t owe anyone anything.”
“it’s okay that you don’t remember.”
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Tell me, what have you never been told, but would adore hearing?
I’ll begin;
“You have done well.”
“I release you.”
"Your anger is reasonable."
My teeth are big, and my teeth are sharp. What about you?
My wings are wide, and my wings are strong. What about you?
My hands are shaky, and my hands are vibrating with purpose. What about you?
My horns are curled, and my horns almost make a mock halo. What about you?
My lips are poison, and my lips are healing.Â
What about you?
My touch is addictive, and my touch is deadly. What about you?
My eyes are soulless, and my eyes are empty. What about you?
My heart is wounded, and my heart is strong. What about you?
My mind is clouded, and my mind is always busy. What about you?
My heart is crumbling, and my heart is enraged. What about you?
My voice is tired, and my voice is loud. What about you?
My soul is weak, and my soul is shattered. What about you?
my body is broken, and my body is scarred.
what about you?
My soul is damned and my soul is saved.
What about you?
My mind is old, and my mind is learning.
What about you?
My thoughts are fuzzy, and my thoughts are clear.
What about you?
My smile is eerie and my smile is mesmerizing.
What about you?
my heart is pounding and my heart is breaking. what about you?
My blood is boiling, my blood is on the ground.
What about you?
Spend your life being kind. My wrath is no match for the tire-fire desire to be adored.
My teeth are big, and my teeth are sharp. What about you?
My wings are wide, and my wings are strong. What about you?
My hands are shaky, and my hands are vibrating with purpose. What about you?
My horns are curled, and my horns almost make a mock halo. What about you?
My lips are poison, and my lips are healing.Â
What about you?
My touch is addictive, and my touch is deadly. What about you?
My eyes are soulless, and my eyes are empty. What about you?
My heart is wounded, and my heart is strong. What about you?
My mind is clouded, and my mind is always busy. What about you?
My heart is crumbling, and my heart is enraged. What about you?
My voice is tired, and my voice is loud. What about you?
My soul is weak, and my soul is shattered. What about you?
my body is broken, and my body is scarred.
what about you?
My soul is damned and my soul is saved.
What about you?
My mind is old, and my mind is learning.
What about you?
My thoughts are fuzzy, and my thoughts are clear.
What about you?
My smile is eerie and my smile is mesmerizing.
What about you?
My claws are sharp and my claws are bloodstained.
What about you?
SEARING PAIN IN MY CHEST, I HURT YOU, I HURT YOU, I HURT YOU AGAIN.
...And this time I didn't mean to.

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Alberto Zardo - Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy (Inferno Canto XXXIV)
I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE I WON'T CRY ANYMORE
I W I L L D E C A Y I N S T E A D
Far from all the urban sprawl, the darkness stirred, and said– “You’ve given up your teeth and tongue to some cruel voice in your head.”
Walk the field to the hollow and follow it down.
You dream, some nights, of a labyrinth deep underground, where you’ve learned to fear halogen lights and distant booming sounds.

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Ground turning dark, growing cold.
There is a house beyond the trees, where nothing stirs and nothing sleeps.