The ghosts of emptiness still linger about me, reanimating the corpses of long buried memories, as well as those fresh in the grave. As they writhe in their inebriated waltz, delighting on the flesh of my insanity, pain blossoms across the field of every sensation; every emotion. Every vision I behold is infected with the essence of the knowledge that this has all happened before, as it will ever after, reverberating lunacy throughout the depths of my soul. Devastatingly intoxicating, I suffer in such bittersweet ecstasy in having gained from this life both laughter and madness. Despite it all, a smile lights upon my lips as I embrace the fact that though this tragedy may not be mine alone, it is the one thing no one has ever been able to take from me.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
The ghosts of emptiness still linger about me, reanimating the corpses of long buried memories, as well as those fresh in the grave. As they writhe in their inebriated waltz, delighting on the flesh of my insanity, pain blossoms across the field of every sensation; every emotion. Every vision I behold is infected with the essence of the knowledge that this has all happened before, as it will ever after, reverberating lunacy throughout the depths of my soul. Devastatingly intoxicating, I suffer in such bittersweet ecstasy in having gained from this life both laughter and madness. Despite it all, a smile lights upon my lips as I embrace the fact that though this tragedy may not be mine alone, it is the one thing no one has ever been able to take from me.
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