Find Solace In The Emptiness

Go back to where you began to lose your mind. 

I await, and/as so does an old friend. 

Wishing you well

-Sunset

Still no Clues

I have been unable to find sunset.  I'm starting to think that it doesn't exist, and was just another means of those demonic voices to fuck with me.

I want to just try to end it all again, since I don't feel that I will ever find closure to this fucked up tale.  However, I know that if I do try again, those diabolical demons will prevent it.

Fuck it, I'll keep looking.

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Even Death Cannot Free Me

Just moments before my slow, asphyxiating death, my salvation from this terrible prison, something happened. I have no idea what, but I suspect those diabolical voices in my head have some sort of corporeal form, able to manipulate a person's mind in more ways than simple voices. how smart you are 

I remember almost nothing from my former life, before my entrapment here.  I feel like I've said that before, yet I cannot remember what I've said recently.  The only thing I do remember is that there's this sunset character, the slayer of the last familiar element of this undying realm.

Fuck it, maybe if I seek out this new shade, I will find some sort of closure to this twisted, demonic story that has become my life.

this story will never end

beunafraidmychildren

keep watching the light

for there is hope waiting for you


await me

-sunset

Death Changes Everything

So, two days ago, the twenty fifth, was the day I found out about my friend's demise, from the so-called sunset.

There's always a certain kind of shock that accompanies the discovery of a friend's death.  Seemingly sharper, harder to comprehend, than any other shock.

I don't know how, but somehow I knew, in the back of my damaged mind, that I would neither die nor confront my elusive tormentors on that fateful day.

I do not like how my story is shaping up, so to speak, so I think I will write a new ending.  I resolve to end my life, one last spiteful act against the demons who invade my mind.

Fuck you, sunset, for I will not play your games, nor will you be able to force me to participate.  Neither will you, unseen, diabolical voices.

Fuck it all and fucking no regrets.

thetimehaspassed

your friend is dead

look behind you agent.

maybe you'll find a body strung up on the horizon

what do you feel?

-sunset

It's Almost Over Now

I see their writing on the wall.  "Four days," it says.  December twenty fucking fifth.  I don't know what they're planning, but I won't give them the fucking satisfaction.  This will probably be my last post.  Tomorrow is a fine day to die.  So, voices, I have one last thing to say to you:

You can all just fuck off and die.