Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but it's happening..
A flame that cannot be doused, one that is futile to extinguish. The fire streaks across your soul, burning it from the inside out, spreading like wildfire. A flame which wants nothing more than to reduce the world into ashes.
The tiniest of sparks is all it takes to set the world ablaze. A world where nothing is sane and everything is but a mere conspiracy. A fabricated illusion which paralyzes all his senses, stringing him along.
He is but a toy, a marionette, only to do the puppeteer's bidding, having virtually no sentiment of his own.
His limbs move against his will, he speaks without thought and takes action without any conviction.
It's a little thing we all know and love and hold dearly, and it's called,
Hate.
Nobody in their right mind would tolerate being treated as a mere plaything, or buoy.
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