Anathema

Can you see it?
Who thought that the flame you carried within you will burn me? You torched my icy heart to powder. I am nothing but ashes, sand in the desert that is your life.

This is our song of ice and fire.

This is our snow. This is our dragon. We both will never give in. We want it all…even at the very cost of ourselves. That in itself is the point. We get it, and it is our undoing. We consume ourselves, simultaneously, unhealthily, giving ourselves life. We are the the snow dragon of Russia.

Poisoned Ouroboros.

There is no god out of this machine, as the god you call love died eons ago. What burns so brightly is an echo of what could be, but will never be attained. We have gone too far, giving up the very thing we sought at the very beginning.

As lightning strikes the dead land that is my soul, I will dream of rain.

And what I see is a sun goddess. Amaterasu.
I am of the night, my darling. I must look away. And yet you force my eyes open, to behold you in your blazing glory. Do you not know that the world will die without the night to offset the heat of day?

Let me go.

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