random tales from yonder

by Klairewind

in the end, what reason do i have for holding on to these feelings? it was as if the illusion had jokingly hid the truth right in front of my own trusted senses.

for what reason did reason have over me meeting such a cruel fate? as if its icy hands had gripped me for so long but i had not been able to realize because my body has already grown numb by its touch.

what is this that i see before me? a beautiful creature with lust for blood emanating from it’s eyes.. no, this is not .. it can’t be.. i had long denied myself of the reality of which now stands before me. He no longer exists. Nothing but a shell of what might have been.