In this cluster They began to talk A lot of Damn strange stuff And thus became A world themselves Fancying that they were Descendants of Life herself Telling of local worthies Making themselves a symbol One of the reasons They … Continue reading →
I feel as if I have nothing left to offer you, parasite that you are.Go ahead. Sink your fangs in. You’ll be disappointed. I have nothing left to offer but these hollow veins and this battered heart. You see you were not the first, and I assure you they’ve done their job. They’ve taken what they could. Which is everything. Everything their pincers and tendrils and claws could take. Everything their mouths could draw out of me they’ve taken. Now it’s your turn and I have nothing but a vast emptiness that delves into what once were glorious depths. You call. I answer as nothing answers. With silence.
If my heart had anything to say, it would probably scream it out into the voids in hopes someone would hear it. If it had anything to say it might say it in the sound of broken glass muffled by the fluid within and around it. Or it might quiver quietly and whimper a quite sadness. Whatever it might do if it had something to say isn’t really what matters. What matter is it has nothing to say.