The hatred of slumber, the active mind, closing of the eyes creates a world uninhabitable. Created by sheer thought, pure desire, pure intention and brutal truth. The harboring emotions were despised and torn, bitter, twisted and overall, were hated immensely. In a moment of calm, the beating of the heart grew swifter while the urge to find the period of rest grew exponentially.

The eyes burn, the body weak, the mind active and everything else, just bleak.

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I hate saying it, how I loathe saying it. The uneasiness increases the closer I get to saying it. It is mere poison, it is deceptive.

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Parks himself on the foot of the stairs, waves pumping through the ears while he ponders certain uncertainties. The light comes in through this transparent window and burns. Oh it burns. The door opens. Oh it's cold.

It burns, it burns. It's cold, it's cold.