I want to be scenery.
I want to be
like
a
stone.

Just there.
Ev
er
yw
he
re.
But nowhere.

Never move… Like a stone. Steadfast. One place. One time. One self. Nothing else. Nothing else…

I am free. Free from shadow things, that is.

Free
dom
is
not
for
me.

But I digress…

This man is the reason why.
Reason why I cannot die?
No.

This man learned how. Learned, broke it, them. No longer have a hold over me?
… Maybe.

I write this. I write this andIcry. I write this andIbleed. Bleeding.
BeautifulBleeding.

See here… Itdances. Dances on the tile floor… Twisting, turning, swirling, twirling. Whisper, whisper, whisper…

ibleed.

From cuts. Scars. Old wounds. New wounds. Illusion? Pah. I cannot keep the illusions intact. The blood is there. The wounds are there. The cuts are there.

On
my
bo
dy.

On
my
he
ar
(t?)

On
my
mi
nd.

They are there. They are there. They are there… Have I lost it? Gone mad? Gone insane?
No.

Just hurting… The flesh from my shoulders, torn asunder. The flesh from my arms, torn asunder. “Leave the runes intact.” The flesh from my back, ripped asunder. The flesh from my throat, ripped asunder. The flesh from my legs, torn asunder. The flesh from my heart, ripped asunder.

Why
Am
I…

alive(…?)
Whywhywhy…

“Love plucks you from the sky and breaks your wings. Then? Then it throws you back to the cold, hard earth, and says ‘Crawl’… You crawl… Forever, you crawl, on your belly, whimpering, hissing, slithering and skulking like a wounded serpent, no arms, no legs, no wings to fly…”

Crawl…

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