I stay with in this world, a useless, burdening, parasitic, waste of a creature.
I'd fear my own shadow, had I not made friends with it to seal away my former emotions. And even then my emotions show for some.
Weighted down once again, even God almighty would be disappointed, had I not stopped believing in him more than six years ago.
I feed off of the suffering of others, and can not stand my own suffering because of it. I am a hypocritical b*****d, who cannot be bothered to be relied on for the most simple of tasks, I need constant instruction on everything I do, or else I just get confused and wonder around like a lost puppy.
I am also a cur, unfriendliness and violence make up more of me than anything else. I am one who can only rely on others and cannot be relied on myself. I always say I am glad to be of use. This is because I am hardly able to help anyone.
I often feel like I want to slowly descent into hell, and wipe away all traces of my existence, so that way I don't hurt anyone.
Sorry Beautiful, I had to get it out of my system.... And yet strangely, it still remains.
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He held her close with one arm. The other wielding a scythe. The crescent blade dug into her back just under her ribcage and above her stomach. The kiss now broken, she coughed more blood onto Desilude's shoulder. He held her tighter until her lower half dropped, completely separate from her upper torso. He shoved his shadow-like claws into her upper body and threw it aside, revealing his hurt and furious expression to his real enemy, his wings flung open and his lovers blood rose eerily around him.
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