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…deserted
Drowned in burgundy-red, I find myself again, alone.
Yes, God, I miss him. Do You like having him with You, up there? Were You jealous of one thing that mortals could posses – hate combined with pain, pure, truthful and unscientific, just becoming love, something against all odds and possibilities? What do You see?
Have You ever felt the emotions of a human heart, or would it be rejected before You could, cast out of Your brilliance and yet somehow naïve perfection? Tell me, truthfully, have You ever experienced the life of a shadow, or was it obliterated by Your light?
We are untouchable shadows.
You took away my creature of light.
Soft wings – could You ever feel such a physical sensation in Your spiritual heaven? Is it a sin to feel the pleasure of them against Your form – or do you even have a touchable form? Do You absorb all that come to You, turning them into a shapeless, nondescript part of one creation?
You didn't take him away forever, did you?
My clothes bear a cool sheen around them, and I am trapped within their shield against whatever warmth that still exists in the human world. Soaked with me.
I never knew how cold I must have been. Was all of this so cold inside of me?
In the end, is that all I am? A vat of unspeakable cold cowardice, who destroyed the only creature to touch him?
Was it really my hand that killed him, after all, or was he consumed slowly by the lacking in my soul?
I know, though, that it was me. I need to believe that his soul still exists, and as a separate entity from our undefined, enigmatic God.
Please, let him remain.
Let him remain.
And no, life and death are not of equal value.
Because without you, death is so much more preferable anyway.
You have every idea.
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…deserted
Drowned in burgundy-red, I find myself again, alone.
Yes, God, I miss him. Do You like having him with You, up there? Were You jealous of one thing that mortals could posses – hate combined with pain, pure, truthful and unscientific, just becoming love, something against all odds and possibilities? What do You see?
Have You ever felt the emotions of a human heart, or would it be rejected before You could, cast out of Your brilliance and yet somehow naïve perfection? Tell me, truthfully, have You ever experienced the life of a shadow, or was it obliterated by Your light?
We are untouchable shadows.
You took away my creature of light.
Soft wings – could You ever feel such a physical sensation in Your spiritual heaven? Is it a sin to feel the pleasure of them against Your form – or do you even have a touchable form? Do You absorb all that come to You, turning them into a shapeless, nondescript part of one creation?
You didn't take him away forever, did you?
My clothes bear a cool sheen around them, and I am trapped within their shield against whatever warmth that still exists in the human world. Soaked with me.
I never knew how cold I must have been. Was all of this so cold inside of me?
In the end, is that all I am? A vat of unspeakable cold cowardice, who destroyed the only creature to touch him?
Was it really my hand that killed him, after all, or was he consumed slowly by the lacking in my soul?
I know, though, that it was me. I need to believe that his soul still exists, and as a separate entity from our undefined, enigmatic God.
Please, let him remain.
Let him remain.
And no, life and death are not of equal value.
Because without you, death is so much more preferable anyway.
You have every idea.