oh, don't let that burning sky come
and fall down upon me
Once, long ago, was someone greater -- until with a strike, their heart was shattered, their insides gutted, lost to an empty hollowness where the slumbered, non-existing, for eons. Whomever they once were, bright-eyed, now long gone as an empty man who wanders in a cycle of searching, searching, searching, until inevitably, he always dies. In the clutches of the darkest and deepest pit, drowning in the hold of tar and shame, his faith breaks, the illusion shatters, and he smiles.
Name: CYCLES |
Nightmare of: It never ends. Not even unto death. |
Title: Nea |
Pronouns: he/his
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Occupation: extreme emo in our good year of the lord 2020 amen
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Likes: dying
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Dislikes: positivity, take that shit and GET IT OUTTA HERE
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Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
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