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Time and time again, i see it, the rose, the thorn, the heart the knife. I see her walk. I see her talk. I see the look in her eyes, that hid behind the tears. Ive seen the Sun rise, to bring forth a new day, and Ive seen the day snatched by the demons of night. And in those moments, between the tears, between the time. Through the mirror, under the pillow, where the Dragons soar high, the Wyrms crash through the forests. Where the Demons and Devils fight, and the Fey tend to the wood, that sustanes their life. Where the Giants stomp, and the Dwarves work. Where the elves play and the gnomes tinker. Its there, deep in the logs of human thaught, in feather of an angels wing, the fork of the devils toung. Its my home, away from the hate, away from the violence, away from the fear and the destruction. but more importantly away from the love, the beuty, the sorrow, the lust and want. Deep in my home, thats where I lay, and one day perhaps in a dream, the dream of a blind man will i once again see. I want so little, expect so little, and recive more than i can handle. To much, To much to see, to hear to taste, I hate it all, I hate you all. Your souls are tanted, you only see the skin, you see the shell the actor the person you wish you saw. Never do you care. you say you do, you promice so. But all i see is lies. Not from you, from me. I lie, every day i breath, I exist and thats a lie. I dont tell you anything but the truth, i poor my heart freely, and yet i still Lie, this isent to you, its not to him or to her, its not to me its to it, the thing i see every day. He loved her, She loved him... No one loves, Love is a Lie, I am broken, tattered and torn. Im a lotus petal black as night, you use me to survive, while i wither away...and im nothing, Death is but a whisper away, I love you, and you dont care. Fuck me, and the horse i rode in on. I dont hate myself, You do. I love myself, and that my friend, my love, my life, is why i cant care anymore. I am a shell, a small drifting piece of soaked wood, in a sea of nothing.