Monday, October 5, 2009
There Is No Hope
turn out the lights. now! we have to keep them away and oh are they coming. they are fucking coming. don't you understand? they. are. coming. they feast on flesh our own and they care not for souls or humanity or ideas or beliefs or... quiet. did you hear that? they're coming. and you who are still not afraid. think of anything you have done with your life. anything that you think matters or makes a difference. they don't care. they will tear your flesh like the flesh of any other they will rip flesh from bone but the worst part? they know. they know everything you've ever done. every shame every fear you've ever had they know. but they don't judge. they laugh. as they rip to pieces they see into you and they know. but that isn't why they tear you to shreds. they tear you to shreds because it's what they do. but they know. they see. and they and they laugh. everything that you have hidden deep inside yourself is, in a moment, some trivial thing, nothing more than an unnecessary weight that you've carried your whole life and in that moment, lying exposed lying torn to pieces you are nothing more than a pathetic piece of flesh. your whole life you believed the secrets you carried mattered, were what would kill you, but no, they are what is killing you. killing you alive like nothing else can. your secret humiliation that you woke up to every morning is now nothing more than a joke to the those that kill you now and all regrets that you've ever had are in an instant worthless. quiet. i hear them. they are breathing down our necks and we are running in place trying to escape them. but there is no escape. they will catch us. any move we make they know. they know. they will find us and they will devour us. you cannot hide. they will find you. they will find us. their yellow eyes will stare you down in the darkness of your soul and they will consume you. they will consume more wholly and completely than any guilt or shame you could have ever possibly created in your heart. we are surrounded. they will be our end. there is no escape.
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