Do you know what it's like to know the complete and utter truth? The jagged, lacerating truth that there has never been a true chance for you? That no matter what you try, you will always be left within the darkness, and the glimmer of your eyes will never be beholden by another man? That the noxious fume of your rot will be the only thing you leave behind? Have you ever stared into the nothing, and not be sure if it ends when the bounds of space-time reach your vessel?
And then, do you know what it's like to see a shimmer of light? A pulse, a heartbeat, a sign of life? Do you know what it's like to still hold the darkness so close, to hold the complete and utter truth so close, yet to follow the heartbeat regardless, because somehow, you wonder if it could be the sound of your own, persevering heart? Do you know what it's like to follow that spark, only to be perforated and hammered by the reminder of what you exist as in this world?
Do you know what it's like to feel your dull mind fill with lead?
