@Zavallr As a kid, I always felt alone. Destiny allured me, it became my home, and it helped me meet some amazing people. Life won't be the same without it to fall back on.
@charlieINTEL Never would have thought "a franchise was in safer hands when it was owned by Acitivsion" until today. NEVER should those words be uttered by anybody.
@artchie__ @missdarnyl @TheCalitalian@Iustinianum@WomenBeingAwful Honestly. But I feel like a lot of people don't understand this. If you have to result to derailing a point with childish words, then you have no ground to stand on. You're just arguing for argument's sake, which usually is considered an attention-seeking behavior.
@missdarnyl @TheCalitalian@Iustinianum@WomenBeingAwful You know, name calling when offended is often considered a sign of low intelligence. Next time, take the time to explain your point and come to a common understanding with whoever it is you're talking about, even if they call you stupid first.
I want so badly to wash away the past. I know it's ignorant and naïve, but I can't help but yearn for that golden sensation—when life felt simple. Perhaps it is delusion, but there are slivers of truth in every lie.
I feel that disgusting distortion of me; someone I used to be. It's a weight I presume I will bear until death. I loathe it. I can see every time I look in the mirror: the charlatan, hiding in my eyes. I can't tell which face is a mask anymore.
I remember there was something I wanted to say, but while the essence of it hummed inside my head, my pen struggled to phrase it. It came out simple, not the complex web I had seen moments prior, and while in the moment I felt a swell of pride, in the aftermath I felt disappointment, self-doubt, and a burning frustration.
“Apostasy”
A fortress forged in exile,
A pair of rivers clash within,
To summon forth the weapon,
This blade that you beguile,
Your mind is your direction,
A clock without a when,
A mirror that has shattered,
Discordant rhythms overlaid,
Splicing soul and flesh abrade,
Staring at the starless sky,
A shadow seeks to edify,
Trifecta seeks to mend the whole,
Departing from the oversoul,
That place that has been broken.
“Rend from your Maker’s flesh that which holds the chaos: potential…
…and so he pierced himself with those slivers of dead-flesh, and was split into that which makes and unmakes…”
I am going to die. Inside, this is the only truth I know for certain. I am going to die. I shall burn in that deep blue flame. I shall become a dissociative distraction once more—a phoenix, born only to die again.