The Colors that Never Come

[GSM]

[a simulacrum of my eternal fate]

[drifting between conscience and slumber]

[every time my eyes open, i am greeted by a prison]

[the walls are filled with my sins, written by my own hand]

[i am drifting on an eternal torrent of blood]

[most of it is not my own, but it all rests on my hands]

[the gods cast a blind eye to this sacrilege]

[why wouldn't they, after all]

[their favored children slaughter each other]

[they wield the powers of the divine]

[yet none were meant to wield it]

[i suppose it isn't a surprise]

[but when you hold your children as they realize they are dead]

[when you realize they are prepared to leave forever]

[is it not mortal to wish to shed tears]

[yet in this bound slumber, i cannot]

[in chasing this heretical control, i blinded myself]

[this is cruel]

[yet i know who is to blame, and it is not them]

[how long has it been]

[hours]

[months]

[decades]

[millennia]

[it all makes no more sense]

[yet i must hold on]

[i cannot fade]

[i will not fade]

[perhaps, if i restrain my thoughts]

[if i will it in a single, deafening scream]

[something will hear me]

[perhaps...]

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[RELEASE ME]