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and  you,   atrophy.       how  your  marble  crumbles    /    leaves  you  with  mere  pebbles.      but  you  were  not  destined  to  savour  the  sunshine,   no,    /    you  were  destined  the  bitter  taste  of  loneliness.      how  it  lingers  on  your  tongue  still.      bone  down  to  marrow,   you  were  the  affliction.      something  skin-deep,   epidermal  infection. 

for  there  was  a  fine  line  between  man  and  monster.      but  he  was  plague-like,   sweeping  over  the  land  like  stratus  and  engulfing  everything  in  a  sunless  day.      but  he  wasn’t  always  like  this,   all  sharp-dressed  in  melancholy  and  starless.      once  a  man  so  high-flying,   gave  everything  for  his  family.      but  the  his  affliction  is  truth,   maddening  truth,   and  he  cannot  escape. 

i’m  afraid  we  don’t  share  the  same  ideals.  there  is  a  task  at  hand  that  i  must  complete.  only  then  will  i  be  able  to  rest. 

* i mean ...  * i know some stuff about monsters. 

        but you weren’t sure how much detail he’d like your responses in.     you weren’t sure what kind of questions he’d like to have answered.     a breath of air leaves the mouth as head bows for a hand that comes to scratch at the back of your scalp.         you knew more than you’d like to let on.         you’d never tell anyone the full story.         your full story.         your miserable beginnings metamorphosed into happy endings.     you look up again in an attempt to seem cooperative. 

* i guess it all ... comes down to  * what you want to know.  

        and you’d pass it all off as studies.     little things you’ve noticed,     not experienced.     things that you’ve read,   acting as another bookworm fascinated by the nature of things beyond our understanding.     but really,   you know why you know these things.         it’s because you almost lost your soul.