How you shiver under the vibrations of my voice. Do I scare you. Was it always like this, but I just didn’t realise. Like the humming of the sun, would she know that she is violence. Erupting flares. Did I hurt you again?
I’ve been told I play too hard.
I see myself as weak, as a blunt broken sword. Now matter how hard the swing, how can it possibly cause damage.
How can it hurt you when I’m only swinging at myself.
Can you forgive me. Just this one time. Please forgive me. It will never happen again.
I was seeking out and killing every last trace of affection in my heart. Blitzkrieg I fired through the passages burnt every corner, every hidden lair.
Layers of forgotten things. It will burn. In this hot month of August I will make sure it all burns.
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