You send me overboard
Strange things along the hallways. Darkness colors them, in black I color them. Black as the memory most sincere, most bare. The candle where I dwell was white back then:
drip with that black eye. I hope and hope it never stops its burning. I don't worship it, but I seek it… let it burn away all the serum in the viscera of the heart. I devour -
let it devour me - tear me apart, devouring - devouring my hand already burned in black… it doesn't hurt past a point.
No chord where I keep pounding and pounding, no chord for just one single breath, no hell is more abyssal
than being condemned to live in half. You saw the mark upon the blackened hand, and you follow me with so much dignity?! Don't touch the poison of the wild one,
betrayal will not stop me, not at all! Morality has shattered the holy water font, every immorality will read me and the raven will break free from its cage.
It's not for you… it will never be enough. To follow me where my belly is being flogged - in the shadow heavier than memory itself?
Don't feel sorry for my slaughter. Light inside the phenomenon of the While: may your gaze send me overboard.
