I don’t know what it feels like
Like death, I suppose.
Is that... cliche?
Do I care?
I can feel, though.
Dead people can’t feel
I feel the darkness again
Swirling around my ankles, holding them tight
Spun sugar, delicately wrapping itself around me
Though this contains no sweetness
Only death
Only darkness.
They go hand in hand, you know
How sweet it tastes
The heavy fog on my lips
Sleep tempts me
Beckons me
But no
I shall not go in that way.
I shall fight until my last breath
I suppose I should feel conflicted
Almost like drowning in happiness
I’ve always been a cliche, I suppose
The darkness for the light
And it was her
She was the one.
The darkness tastes so sweet
I can feel it suffocating me...
Yet I am peaceful
This is my destiny.
This is the darkness.
I welcome it
With open arms
Solus... connexa... arcanus... demuto... chydaeus... vox... stella...
Hello, old friend.