Significance Is Irrelevant To Nothingness

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[abyssal--suggestions]

it is easy to assume the reason why the gods do not answer us is because they think us unworthy

but in reality, it is because they fear they will give us the strength to topple them if we do

they’re foolish to believe we don’t already have that strength

[abyssal--suggestions]

I dream of distant nothingness

Of lands so so dark that I begin to hallucinate not only my own hand in front of my face, but my own heartbeat.

The same one I know stopped long ago.

And it is within that darkness and depravity of the senses that I find my purpose.

I am nothing. And you cannot know nothing without losing everything.

Even yourself.

[monstroussuggestion]

I was made to be hungry. I will never know anything else.

[venomsoda]

I was made to be toxic. I will never know anything else.

[twisted-love-suggestions]

I was made to be destructive. I will never know anything else.

[thoughtfulpsychosuggestion]

I was made to be crazy. I will never know anything else.

[hostilesuggestion]

I was made to be angry. I will never know anything else.

[darkknightsuggestion]

I was made to be vindictive. I will never know anything else.

[curious-suggestions]

I was made to be curious. I will never know anything else.

[various-dark-suggestions]

I was made to be dark. I will never know anything else.

[the-sea-left]

I was made to be mysterious. I will never know anything else.

[darkwatersuggestions]

I was made to be secretive. I will never know anything else.

[abyssal--suggestions]

I was made to be fiendish. I will never know anything else.

[abyssal--suggestions]

A crown of gold is what they gave you, but you wear it like a crown of thorns.

A monument to your sins. A reminder of the beast you are, and how they cherish you for it.

[abyssal--suggestions]

They throw roses at your feet in congratulations.

Do the red petals remind you of the blood you spilled?

The innocents you killed?

Truly we are all mad if we praise a murderer.

[abyssal--suggestions]

They can affix your effigy to the highest mountain, praise you for your greatest deeds, love you for what heart you allowed to show.

But you know what you did.

And it will never be forgiven.

[abyssal--suggestions]

So cold.

So very, very cold.

So lonely.

Oh how tragically beautiful.

A heart broken by ones own hand.

[pridefulsuggestion]

will the future forgive us for our living sins?

[abyssal--suggestions]

will it matter when our sins cause there to be no future?

[abyssal--suggestions]

That voice in the back of your head, telling you to finally let go. You know it’s there for a reason, why not just listen? Do you wish to redeem yourself? From the things you’ve done? No, we’re far beyond that. All you can do now is sink lower, or finally let go. And deep down, you prefer the latter.

[abyssal--suggestions]

You hear them, don’t you? Sometimes a whisper, sometimes a scream. The voices of the people you killed. But there’s one that hurts you more than the rest. Who were they? A parent? A sibling? A childhood friend? And yet you posture like you’ve done no wrong. Despicable.

[abyssal--suggestions]

Why do you keep fighting, when it will all be lost in the end? Some form of self pride? Self preservation? So much effort wasted.

[abyssal--suggestions]

Your faith is blindly placed, you believe in smoke and mirrors.

But perhaps your belief is strong enough to make your gods, and your fears, real.

[abyssal--suggestions]

They’ll never understand what it feels like to be empty, to feel nothing. The closest they’ll ever feel to it is their death. Why not help them understand?

[pridefulsuggestion]

this chemistry – the tidal pull – this is what i cherish and deserve. stay loving me.

[abyssal--suggestions]

but wouldn’t you enjoy an explosion as well? the rush and force of hatred from those who envy you. is that not more entertaining?

[abyssal--suggestions]

Your tears are more than you value.

What is salt and sadness to you is gold and reason to those who love you, blood and weakness to those who hate you.

Be careful who you shed your tears around.

[abyssal--suggestions]

You are not a puppet yet you let others pull the strings.

You are not a beast yet you let others cage you.

You are not an item yet you let others covet you.

A myriad of contradictions is what makes you.

[vindictive-suggestion]

I am:

     Too loud;

          Too bright;

     Too proud;

          Too red in the moonlight

[caarmine]

I am: 

     Too fake;

          Too cold;

     Too rash;

          Too blue in the starlight

[destructivelyconstructive]

I am:

     Too distant;

         Too aloof;

     Too selfish;

         Too dark in the sunlight  

[morbidsuggestions]

i am:

too empty;

too lost;

too chaotic;

too faded in the lamplight

[divine-murmurings]

I am;

Too holy;

Too fallen;

Too divine;

Too bright in the firelight

[angelic-suggestion-blog]

I am;

Too pure;

Too blessed;

Too glorious;

Too serene in the spotlight,

[babieacid]

I am;

Too distant;

Too numb;

Too small;

Too twisted in the white light

[eternitysuggests]

I am;

Too quiet;  Too outlying;   Too fast;    Too entangled in the dim light

[sacralige-suggestions-deactivat]

I am;

Too loud:

Too pale:

Too cold:

Too fragile for the holy light

[the-sea-left]

I am:

Too soft;

Too whimsical;

Too sad;

Too broken from the sun light

[abyssal--suggestions]

I am;

Too brutal;

Too spiteful;

Too savage;

Too stained under the black light