Waxing Poetic"Yet here I sit, dying alone, with no prayers to save me, no faith to lift my spirits, and I laugh. I laugh at my plight, not because I've enjoyed the journey, but because I accept the ending. The ending I've come to isn't death of the body, or death of the soul. I've reached the death of the mind, where all falls apart, and insanity takes its hold, with talons of ice and a heart made from stone. I laugh as it kills me, because I know now what they all fear most, and I laugh because it isn't that bad once you get used to it."Waxing Poetic
"We appear and disappear so gracefully, yet we never understand why it is we must play the parlor tricks
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