A moment of self
Time is an unseen thief; it steals thoughts and memories from me.
Time is a clock in the heart; the seconds pass before they can start.
I'm left behind with this apathy so tempting where minutes don't seem so kind I find that...
Time comes, and I don't matter. Time numbs, and dreams lay shattered. I stand, and time just passes me by while the clock on the wall is racing. I fight for shreds of feeling inside, time keeps stealing way. (TEG)
A stir of echoes grows in my mind, a swelling sense of violence accosts me in the dark. I approach the altar and my hunger stalks me once again. Instinct fights to take hold, now as so many times before, a lust - a thirst I can't contain. I run my fingers over the jagged edges of the shrine, surrendering to a desire old as moonlight.
I know you are watching me, your pale eyes veiled in shadow. I can see you there, grinning in anticipation. You have seen this all before and are well aware of the coming evil. You take pleasure in it, not simply in the taking, as I do, but in the very torment of my waning soul. You moan wantonly as each shred of humanity fades away.
Fearing not to tread, I am no angel, and never rushing in, I am no fool. I am a murderous, cursed beast; a parasite of the ages and of arrogant legend...and nothing more. Am I nothing more? Show me something more this night.
Time is a clock in the heart; the seconds pass before they can start.
I'm left behind with this apathy so tempting where minutes don't seem so kind I find that...
Time comes, and I don't matter. Time numbs, and dreams lay shattered. I stand, and time just passes me by while the clock on the wall is racing. I fight for shreds of feeling inside, time keeps stealing way. (TEG)
A stir of echoes grows in my mind, a swelling sense of violence accosts me in the dark. I approach the altar and my hunger stalks me once again. Instinct fights to take hold, now as so many times before, a lust - a thirst I can't contain. I run my fingers over the jagged edges of the shrine, surrendering to a desire old as moonlight.
I know you are watching me, your pale eyes veiled in shadow. I can see you there, grinning in anticipation. You have seen this all before and are well aware of the coming evil. You take pleasure in it, not simply in the taking, as I do, but in the very torment of my waning soul. You moan wantonly as each shred of humanity fades away.
Fearing not to tread, I am no angel, and never rushing in, I am no fool. I am a murderous, cursed beast; a parasite of the ages and of arrogant legend...and nothing more. Am I nothing more? Show me something more this night.
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