Shimad @Ragnaroth

You transgress upon mind and flesh Until your sins call the darkness home. By dawn, you wear the husk of the pious, Only to shed your deceitful skin at dusk. Here’s to the creatures we truly are Within the fortified walls of certainty, When nothing but the emptiness watches.

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3 weeks ago

Silent are the gestures. Ulterior are the motives.

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4 weeks ago

In these empty hours do the hymns of regret play gently upon your trembling lips.

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4 weeks ago

Here's to the violent chaos with which your day begins.

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Shimad @Ragnaroth

a month ago

{dramatic gasp}

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a month ago

Stop expecting a light at the end of the tunnel.

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a month ago

The many layers of self awareness and the little good it does you.

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Shimad @Ragnaroth

3 months ago

"You ache with such a profound emptiness that even the void is envious of you."

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3 months ago

The terrifying act of asking yourself what you want.

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3 months ago

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Shimad @Ragnaroth

3 months ago

"I am a huge fan of whatever is wrong with you."

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3 months ago

Then again, even hollow and empty words desire to be written.

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3 months ago

Words that you abused, and in turn, abused others at your every whim; or was it the other way around? You can’t really remember anymore. Not that it matters now. You no longer are what you write. You are no longer. This may very well be the end.

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3 months ago

It was only fitting that your words became as hollow and empty as you. That the last shred of your own will and volition has seeped through your fingers. You have stopped finding solace within words. The tapestries you had weaved are no longer succint. Words have left you.