You’re teetering on the metal ledge now, your hands pointed towards the hell you’re sure to arrive at, your mind filled with flashing memories taunting your fallibility, a sweet scent of guilt clinging onto your every piece of skin.
Ahh, yes the armour. The one that you vowed a devil’s covenant to possess. How does it feel donning it with that dagger to slowly spill that cherry liquid out of that man in front of his son? You just laughed in front of that boy, a hearty one, while he silently whimpered on his father’s dead corpse.
You care now right? After 238 murders in 5 years, cheating on her and running away from it all. You ass.
You see that black swarming cloud that is blocking your light. You hear their cries but what is the thing you’re really listening to? Alas “The raven quoth, ‘Nevermore.’” The forecoming death omen.
Now’s the moment. What are you waiting for? Jump. Jump! Just do it as you have nothing to live for, no one that will care an effing bit about your existence and how life is a living hell and vice versa.
Make a last wish. So you wish to check out what the far flickering lights are. You won’t see this world anyways.
That can’t be. No. No, no, no. You can’t change your mind. You have to do it. You’re not worth redemption with that much blood on your hands, with your only sacrifice for those are your life. What! You have no right to live. You can’t shut me out of your mind for I’m you and you will never escape yourself.
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