I hate myself, but find these empty words more repugnant
A silver lit face glitters in the shadows; a secret kept so expertly it has all but been forgotten. The sun creeps up to steal the shadows away, looking to expose their villainous enterprises and burn their plights down into fine grains of sand. His feet dig ever so slightly into the graveyards of hearts saturated in blackness. Fragments of ambition cut shallowly into his skin as he absorbs their expired deeds.
Snuff the wick of this dear heart or suffer the burden of its pain
A shadow is still cast by the man as he peers out upon the landscape of the world; his domain. The sun beats across his skin warping the curves and folds of war worn hide. Energized light battles to break through to the last shadow remaining but the guardian stands breathing in the tainted air around him.
There can be no chalk outline for that which was never alive
Black veins creep up ever so slightly to find their way to the promise land of emptiness. As the blackness grows the shallow cuts open up to deeper wounds. Blood pours forth freely engulfing the blackened sand around the man. Rivers and tributaries of blood as black as the night frantically stream forth. Crystallized dreams break down and sprout forth veins like vines that slowly twist and turn, gnarling their way back towards the source of this river.
Freedom comes in many forms and for me it’s the release of this body
Greeting the sinking man they twist and tighten around his limbs growing in strength and vile. Splitting and fracturing they spawn forth new growths that all immediately drive forward into the man, staking their claim and share of the blood. His face disappearing beneath a sea of jet black veins like hair he is pulled down further and further into the abyssal sand.
Let me sink to the bottom of the confines of my soul
As the man slips beneath the gooey void the silver lit face takes control, shining brightly forth in full match of the sun. With no shadow to protect its glistening smirk the sun attacks with a full bout of radiance. The silver lit face smiles deeply as it matches the brilliance of the sun. Darkened vines burst forth with great speed stretching out like great anchors towards the sun. With great power they strike forth and berate the benevolent glare of the sun. As they infect and dampen the glow of the sun the silver lit face’s smile broadens.
Hope is the greatest lie told by man
As quickly as the battle begun the sun is extinguished and all turns to black. Darkness consumes all. Time ceases to exist. The void is infinite. Lost among the void is the smallest spark; too fragile to behold. After eternity a brief flash of light is ignited and with great fury, pours forth, feeding off all the darkness. A supernova ensues to crush and blind the abyssal void that has taken over. The silver-lit face is dispatched, burned out of existence, and all that remains is a golden hue.