RE: The End.
03-31-2013, 09:04 AM
Around you? Constructs. Fragments. Splinters of the history and context and faces you've gathered around yourself as a shield against the demon's oblivion.
The shield reflects. It warps. It buckles. Precious context warps and buckles and will soon be rendered useless to protect you.
Your appearance? The next to go. The darkness starts with whatever memories you throw in its path, before also stripping away - layer, by conceited superficial layer - that which defines you physically.
It's not important. You knew of this risk, and know to cling to those memories above any other in this critical moment would undo all your preparation.
What do you do?
You do. You no longer question or ponder. Memories may protect you, but none may deal this beast the finishing blow.
The shield reflects. It warps. It buckles. Precious context warps and buckles and will soon be rendered useless to protect you.
Your appearance? The next to go. The darkness starts with whatever memories you throw in its path, before also stripping away - layer, by conceited superficial layer - that which defines you physically.
It's not important. You knew of this risk, and know to cling to those memories above any other in this critical moment would undo all your preparation.
What do you do?
You do. You no longer question or ponder. Memories may protect you, but none may deal this beast the finishing blow.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow