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My personality keeps changing... It's like I'm some kind of soulless shape shifter, feeding off the expressions and influences of others.So, once again, I have changed this.
Sometimes I can feel them... trying to reach me, begging me for life. But, I've grown weak. As much as it hurts, I must make them wait. The vampires of the world have made sure of that. Kept me from my creations, my children, my one true love, if such a word can be used to describe what I feel for my work.
I feel empty, cold. I am nothing without their substance. They are my life. And yet, I am chronically being ushered through this slaughterhouse by the butchers that rule this world, watching as those I care about are torn to bits with rusted, unshapely tools. I want to help, I want to be a good friend, but by own arms are being slowly severed away, rendering me useless. Now, all I have left are these grotesque images that portray my pain. Twisted macabre and surrealism. There's so much anger, so much hatred, but all I can do is try to comprehend what is going on around me. This horror I base my feelings on aren't the same as the wretched things I enjoyed so long ago. I'm too weak to kill, too broken to avenge, I only can create contorted forms to horrify the people who hurt me.
So much emotion, though all I want to do is numb it all. Sometimes, I hate understanding the reality of everything. How limited everyone is by such mortal bonds, physical urges, government absurdities, and monotonous and yet somehow necessary lifestyles. It's like one giant nightmare from which there is no escape for those who want to live on their own free will.
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Long time no gaia XD
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.