| Endgame |
[08 Dec 2009|12:00am] |
A girl on precipice of infinity, bloodied and blond and facing God once asked: . . . did I make a difference? My life, and my . . . my death . . . was I worth it? Did my life really matter? Nothing stared back and said: Yes. You were brave. You were good. You mattered.
This is the culmination of a thousand lists • in bullets • and bullets • and bullets. But they never pierced your skin, and I've been saying for years "It wants to eat the world and we can't stop it." Now it will. The darkness of the dying sun. Leaving friends, saying "We loved you, but you blew it out." The Deeper Well, the hole in the world. We should have known, you should have listened.
White. Hot. Not fade away. I've grown up, I cannot stay. Red Giant to White Dwarf; To be king no more.
I am not your star anymore.
The End.
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