"It's calling me" I said, she didn't listen, just looked at me, full of pity. Dark destructive pity. She was so desperate to sacrifice herself, in aid of another, so desperate to kill the beauty inside to rescue a dying hole. Worse still she was blind to the fact I needed no rescue, I walked into darkness willingly, with a mission and an art. She couldn't comprehend my higher cause, only that in pursute of it I would be lost. "I won't see you lost" she said "I won't allow you to destroy yourself". Sweet girl she is, so sweet, her flesh so tender, her eyes full of love and compassion. I look at my reflection and I see her, gazing out from within, my sacrifice, like hers - is it worth it? I cast such thoughts out, they are the devil, tempting me away, back to mediocrity, back to the breif comforts of a dying world. I know what I must do. Or is it so, perhaps I am misguided, perhaps I should just lie back, watch the show, at the restaraunt at the end of the universe. Give in give up let go. NO! Its that blasted voice again, tempting me with truthfull lies. With seductive evils. I know what I must do. But what of the girl, so beautiful is she - so kind and special. My sacrifice is not mine alone, though unwilling she would dive in after me. "Do you think me a fool" It echos, what is that sound. "You think of me, sweet, nieve, lovely, but not wise, not rational, not I" Again, it makes me shudder and yet succumb. "I understand, you and I - we are one, I am not some pretty think you must rescue, I know what I do, and where it may lead. Don't be so arrogant as to assume you hold it all so close." The shame of it, she is right of course, a surge of love - I need her, now more than ever. Here in the dark I see nothing, the sweet voice echoing all around. Directionless.
Nec Necrol Necrolepsy is A disease that can be Cured with hard work and coffee She's right, you know... you are one. Now get the fuck up and stop feeling sorry for your high-and-mighty self.
