you're burning at all ends. being torn apart, claws being sunk deep, deeper than skin, than bone. where do you go? where do you choose? what are you? how will you act, talk, look, be?
how are you supposed to belong when you were never meant to exist?
the living and the dead, the good and the bad, white and black. never supposed to mix. yet here you are, a freak of nature. so where do you go?
the dead whisper sweet words in your ears. just let go, be free. come with us, they murmur to you, words laced with contempt and hatred. you're not to be trusted, nor you should trust for the dead are everything but human. emotionless husks of the living that went down a bad, bad path.
never, ever turn your back on the dead. he's heard it all his life. from the living.
the living is where you belong, you've been a good child your whole life so why would that change now? look at you, dear, just the other day you were so alive.
they dont see you, they've never seen you. the living, with all their colour and sickly sweet joy, live a fake existence. plastic smiles and glossy eyes seeing only what they want, not what they need to see.
every day you're dying, every day you're living. you dont know why you even exist. did you live to attempt at a forced normalcy or did you die to fight everything that stands in your path?
life is pain and death is release, it's something you heard once. what is it when you're torn between the both? when the living scream and rip and tear and want you gone but the dead wont accept you either.
like a candle, you're burning, going up in flames. a raging inferno.
how long until you finally melt and cease to be?
what happens then?