BY indefiniteloop

“I love lingering on empty streets. They have a different charm; they somehow feel more welcoming, when lit up with the Moonlight’s beat. The days’ decibels are too much for my fool hardy heart, and my blasphemous mind. The stars, they stand apart from this daily grind. Someone once said, be like them, be like them - the stars; watch, radiate light, and show lost souls their paths, from afar. It’s not easy, to burn bright, and fast; to be the Isle of Man, to keep shinning with forged scars. But, for the love of this Void; for the love of the profound darkness, I’ll burn. I’ll burn till I run out, to this nothingness I want to return.” -

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