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Journal entry - Please Come Sweet Death
Journal entry for December 17, 2024
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely, laughed wildly, and felt the warmth of many souls on my skin. I've known the beauty of life's pleasures. For those moments of pure joy, I am grateful, but I am lost.
Death is a promissory note we all sign at birth. I promised early payment in my pursuit of momentary bliss. The darkness inside of me is a tide I can't be stopped. Please come sweet death.
The nights bleed into days, a blur of mistakes I can't erase. My veins pulse with the poison I thought was my escape. I've danced with too many shadows, let my body be a temple where many unworthy prayers were whispered.
The faces of my fleeting lovers haunt me. Memories of their entrance at the temple door brought pleasures at such great price. My child, an angel born of my lusts, deserves a life I can no longer give.
I'm staring down the barrel of my mortality as the reaper's whisper grows louder. I've loved fiercely, laughed wildly, and felt the warmth of many souls on my skin. I've known the beauty of life's pleasures. For those moments of pure joy, I am grateful, but I am lost.
Death is a promissory note we all sign at birth. I promised early payment in my pursuit of momentary bliss. The darkness inside of me is a tide I can't be stopped. Please come sweet death.
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