I never gave much thought to the reality associated with scratching my own back. I am overdrawn. My reserve is depleted.
The silence, solitude and darkness is comforting he said. Maybe for him. but here, in this place - it is a preview to a sinner's hell. A glimpse at the torment that welcomes and entices you in with promises of fulfilled rage and satisfying anger.
Its fucked it. And because you have given into your rage, because you have fed your anger; the ability to save yourself from the hell you once embraced with open legs and a closed heart has consumed the very essence of your existence.
He was right. It is nice here.
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