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Lying alone; behold the evil of the night. Fantasy and enchantment, dancing in the moonlight. Cloaked in an unshakable eternal darkness… I feel the minds tricks tugging my skin, playing with my hair. A comfort I can’t deny…
I dream of things impossible… In a world of the most unfair…
What is love but a word? A trick of the mind. No guarantees. No promises, except to always lie. A forged dream. a collection of thoughts, memories… tying all of us to each other. A promise for forever, that is so often for naught….
People change. Others die. Love never conquers all. Is it even real? So why believe in it? Why bother trusting it?
Tempting a fate we always control. Blindly…. Because I see now its never “meant to be”… but the choices I made, tied me to my own fate.
You create your own destiny. Fate is nothing but a consequence of action. The result of a collection of choices.
Fate is the voice in your head laughing at your own self demise. The goddess of irony. An angelic being with nothing but the darkest of demonic intentions.
I dream of things impossible… In a world of the most unfair…
What is love but a word? A trick of the mind. No guarantees. No promises, except to always lie. A forged dream. a collection of thoughts, memories… tying all of us to each other. A promise for forever, that is so often for naught….
People change. Others die. Love never conquers all. Is it even real? So why believe in it? Why bother trusting it?
Tempting a fate we always control. Blindly…. Because I see now its never “meant to be”… but the choices I made, tied me to my own fate.
You create your own destiny. Fate is nothing but a consequence of action. The result of a collection of choices.
Fate is the voice in your head laughing at your own self demise. The goddess of irony. An angelic being with nothing but the darkest of demonic intentions.
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