To anybody who views this. I have older accounts. And I have old friends who go all the way until now and others who have quit early in this accounts years. But I have to say this. I love them all. The memories I had with them all were good ones. I went over all the messages I shared with these people and the memories I shared with them. And I went in tears. You are all going to be remembered. I am not finished typing the face to remember thing because the chat spam thing kong has. So I’ll continue after a while. You are all apart of my heart forever and I will add to it when I am done.
‘Ello there and how do you do, Masters and Madams.
Follow me and take a seat on the floor.
I shall tell you a tale of a fool with no hope or anybody to adore.
In a cherry blossom meadow is where we set our scene.
Sweet and serene.
An old log cabin in a shroud of gentle falling leaves.
In the early hours he rises from his chambers.
Rusted chains on his mind, pulling his hope slowly away.
A scar left on his heart from monsters he once danced with.
Silently he cries in the mirror.
His eyes stare at the man with long, silky and inky hairs.
His chin a strong line but with stubble scattered across it.
His eyes glare back up to the hatred he sees staring right back at him with a ocean’s drowning tides.
Falling to his knees, he laughs in insanity.
Down his lip, a coal colored liquid drinks then he coughs up more and it splatters on the ground.
With his arms dangling down with treacherous silver talons firmly in the mess of darkened fluids on the ground.
He wonders.
He grins.
“Why am I not dead yet. My lonesome self is my only friend.”
He shuts his mouth and staggers up to his feet and looks out the window.
The trees are all dried up, grey and the leaves are on the ground rotting.
His meal is laying on the ground, maggots and flies on the horned fallen beast.
Rats go around his feet and his dried crimson teeth let out a whistle as he speaks.
“The real monsters are what is inside me.”
But his life was merely just a dream.
In a delusional case of a beating, his body shut down many nights before.
He lays in a bed physically but is alone in the night with only God and Satan by his side.
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