When death beckons me, to come home across that river, into the warmth of the eternal fire, I will go willingly and humbly. For that is my place, my love. There is none other that can contain, the hatred inside of my dying husk. There is none other that can extinguish the last bit of memories that flash before my eyes, and ahead on that horizon. Where dusk lies forever, the banshee’s howling is a lullaby to these damned ears. The corpse of Demeter brings pleasure to these tired eyes. Embrace me for the world is too loud, too busy to breathe. When death beckons me, I will try not to remember how I loved thee - Jack York Project
Posted on: Wed, 31 Jul 2013 15:30:22 +0000
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