THE LINE IS BROKEN
THE DOG EATS ITSELF. FROM THE MOMENT OF ITS BEING BORN TO THE MOMENT OF ITS DEATH. IT EATS ITSELF. DECAPITATED MASSES, RUSHING, KILLING. ARMY ON ARMY, I SPAWNED, I CREATED, I GUIDED THEM TO DESTRUCTION. SKINS TURNED PURPLE OF THE REAL BEINGS WANTED, NEEDED.
THEY WERE WARNED, THEY PREPARED. THEY WERE RUNNING ON THE ROOFTOPS, HIDING, SHAKING. THE RICHEST DREAM CANNOT I REMEMBER, CANNOT RECALL. VIVIDNESS AND FULFILLMENT INSIDE, ON THE OUTCOME - NOTHING. SHATTERED FRAGMENTS, SCENES OF RANDOM CHAOS IN MY HALF-AWAKE VISIONS.
RIGHT AFTER I SAW, I WOKE UP, IMMEDIATELY FORGETTING. NO LIGHTS IN THE HOUSES. NO UNNECESSARY ATTENTION. DEFINE THE MEANING. DEFINE THE DEFINITION. A WOODEN DAGGER RIGHT IN THE HEART. RANDOMLY OPENING HOLES, A WOMAN IN A LIGHTWEIGHT WHITE DRESS FALLS OUT OF WINDOW.
SHE SEEMED TO BE CALLING, SOMEONE OR SOMETHING, MISSED A FEW MILLIMETERS OR A FEW CURSED WORDS, OR A SIGN OF FALSE HOPE. FALLEN, BROKEN, FORGOTTEN. HEARTS AND SOULS. FINISHED LINES, THE LINE IS BROKEN. LONG AGO WASHED OUT LINES. WASHED OUT LIES. TRUTHS DARE NOT TO SHOW THEMSELVES.
TRUTHS DARE TO HIDE FROM MEANING, FROM DEFINITION. THE SACRED FEAR, THE SACRED NONSENSE. TELL THOSE CREATURES WHO WERE COURAGEOUS ENOUGH TO TURN PURPLE: YOU ARE NEITHER WRONG NOR RIGHT, NO HISTORY IS ON YOUR SIDE, FOR YOU ARE HIDING YOURSELVES FROM THE ULTIMATE TRUTH!
NO HAPPINESS SHALL FALL ON YOUR HEADS, AND YOU WILL NEVER HAVE A POWER, FOR THE POWER IS TAKEN BY THE STRONGER. AND IF THOSE SKINS OF YOURS SHALL FOREVER REMAIN PURPLE, SO ARE YOU, SHALL FOREVER REMAIN HIDDEN. OUTSIDE OF EYES, HEARTS, SOULS, MINDS. YOU ARE NOT HERE, NOT NOW, NOT TODAY.
BUT YOU ARE WANTED! YOU ARE NEEDED! YOU ARE MY ULTIMATE PLEASURES. YOU ARE MY ULTIMATE CURSES! MY THOUGHTS YOU ARE! MY PUREST TRUTHS AND LIES YOU ARE! MY REVEALS, HOPES AND HOLES IN THE HEART, IN THE SOUL. SHALL NOT BE REPEATED, SHALL NOT BE RECALLED. I PROMISE, I PROMISE, FOR THE LIVING AND THE DEAD I AM NONSENSE.
FORGET AND FORGIVE ME, MY LOVE, MY OBSESSION, MY ILLUSION, MY WEAKNESS, A FRAGMENT OF MY POWER, A FALSE AND NAIVE HOPE, PROMISE, YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH MY PALEST SKIN, SEE THE DYING, FADING EYES. REMOVE YOURSELF FROM ME, REMOVE ME FROM YOURSELF. I AM THE PROMISE YOU MADE TO ME.
LIVING, DEEP INSIDE, MAYBE SOME DAY, SOME NIGHT, SOME YEAR, SOME AGE, YOU WILL RECALL ME, WILL REMEMBER, WILL SHED THE CLEAREST CRYSTAL TEAR, ONCE AND FOR ALL THE WORLDS TO COME.
DINOYA 3/9/22
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