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2010-02-27 | |
That night was the night when she came once more into my life and make Hurt, Agony and Pain come so close, at a hair from me... Of course I know she missed the real target, knowing for sure the whereabouts of its true prey. Maybe I play the hunter, faking it too well and she plays dumb all too well and fools me into mistaking that I wouldn't be the hunted, but for now it is my only possible defense in front of such attacks.
After all who can fight death and win every day? Everybody tries, some succeed, scarcely but they do, well eventually all lose this ongoing battle whether we want it or not.
Feeling her coming again close to my bed a few days ago made me reconsider deaths magnetism but this moon day, after dusk close to the dawn of a new week, dawn of more weak, she made her bone freezing stride past me and took great pleasure in taking in custody another poor soul. The end came short, misery ended bringing sad fury into Alice's innocent small hazel eyes.
Stormy nights announced their appearance but somehow failed miserably after bearing another dark tale and didn't bring the necessary tranquility back to my days. A same kind of style, of aesthetic was shown throughout oncoming days...
I will have to wait and see how this week, how the weak end up, because seeing so many over the past years nothing really seems to surprise me anymore.
Everything counts in great amounts and feeling, knowing this visit for the tenth time now, it made me feel so loved at times, so empty, cold, as much that it made me want to leave thus avoiding growing such visions any longer, not telling those soon to grown cold flesh instead of growing old, what will come next.
After being finally validated this week by the Illuminati governing parts of my life, I received another army at my gates for a war that I knew was going to cause more damage than most others could.
Experiences have their lasting impressions but using some of their meaningless words, they can never bring any good using promises made for convenience.
Is there something to do to eliminate the horsemen announcing death from my routes in life?
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