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twilightyou were Daylight. Apollo's gift to the skies,twilight by TheStoyTeller
and I felt you, chiseled against me
as I collided with the face of the sea
and stole your light.
we could not exist in the same place,
as good to each other as we were.
not you the Father Star, and I,
I dated a doctor who heard through a stethoscopeyour ears could only hear a symphony,I dated a doctor who heard through a stethoscope by TheStoyTeller
an organ that would rumble like thunder
at your touch. your fingers were gods
and my skin blindly worshiped.
I whisper for you still,
your ghost, your outline
and my heart does not roar anymore.
I don't want this to drag on so just goYou leftI don't want this to drag on so just go by TheStoyTeller
and you never came back.
you sat there the night before,
in my room on my bed
swearing and sweating that you hadn't changed
but I could see in the black of your eyes
that you had found a love towards something.
and after the dismemberment of attended affection
I found my fingers all caught in your throat,
your heart stuck to my palms, glued to my head
I knew that you knew, I was awake this time.
that reality was a mind, a spirit,
a finer flesh on its own.
valuable, but it didn't mean anything either way
After a car accident"Death is the only absolute. The only thing that is eternal. It is the one condition that holds value in this world. Life is insignificant. Meaningless, and empty. to value life is to value a mote of dirt. One must value death. Love it. Become it."After a car accident by TheStoyTeller
"You're wrong. Life is beautiful. It is what connects us. It is why we are here."
"This is what you have been conditioned to think because human beings have feared death since they first stepped foot on this planet. What you should really fear, is life. The beginning and the end story are far more painful and lonely than the end. With ending is singularity. Your existence is just a compilation of juxtaposed and gyrating events. I will change that. I will make sure that all things that experience existence know that this kaleidoscope of phenomenon point to one conclusion."
"You're...talking crazy. Just come back home. You don't belong here, you know that. None of us do."
"No, you're wrong. I cannot come back. I was chosen for this."