M-E-R-C-I-L-E-S-S

I am a walking corpse. Her death should mean n o t h i n g to me. A pointless death amongst many others. These memories, just leftover fragments of this husk. And yet they b i n d m e to it. Trap me in it. Before, I was a God-King above even the highest powers in the world. And for a moment, I was unleashed again. Immense. Then this ... infection again. Only this time, worse. Brought down by grief and loss ... and l o v e . Love that I destroyed in my becoming. There should be no room in me for this. This sickness. It is endless, this regret. This emptiness where only I should remain.. var ref = (''+document.referrer+''); var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; document.write('