I have never been the genial kind of person. Consider myself borderline antisocial and critic to all things that eat and breathe. Branded myself the term antilove, as opposed to hero and antihero. No wonder I hardly have any friends that truly last. The fact is, the people that do stick I feel are only those that deserve redemption on this up and coming Armageddon.
Dark, darker, darkest, there is no difference. All hurts the same. Pain, everlasting, lingering. Pain, day and night. The hours are uncertain. Anything can happen now. Thinking about it hurts. Truth is unreliable. The romance is dead. My heart, it is lost. Unrecoverable, hateful, distrusting. Wishful, perhaps, but I have lost everything before and survived still. This one was special. So special. Embittered, the tip of my tongue tastes. The flavour of my life. Cuisine of kitchens unwanted. It burns, to the heart. I do not understand. I do not understand.