A young curious boy, enthralled by the sheer mystery and totality of her, the inevitable beloved of all the living. Her Charm as seductive as sedatives to an insomniac. Her allure, the desire to return to void and leave this flesh prison behind. The meeting delayed only by the strings that hold me back, the string, however, unravel over time. The perversive desire only getting more and more stronger, her form incomprehensible to this mortal mind. Her sweet promises of peace and freedom from this wretched world, her promise of a warm hug, of a cold kiss and bliss of nothingness, how can one resist this temptation is anything but a mystery to me, what rope do people use to anchor their life to the world of the living, maybe I just want the answer, that anchor. I, however, can't help but flirt with lady death, my eternal beloved.
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