Every night's the same.
Piece by piece it struggles to be silent.
To be peaceful.
To be just another night.
But every time, shadows emerge.
Tiny fiends armed with words of unhope and determination to end this very existance.
The words, hurt, as blades into flesh, and they are making it more obvious.
"What is your fucking problem?"
You want to know what my problem is?
the answer is simple: I am my own fucking problem.
And I swear to God, to the Goddesses and to every person I know,
I try to fight it, I try to destroy myself to become that what I must be,
Invisible.
Silent.
Unnoticed.
Just another man, in just another life, in this universe.
Mother Selene, why does it has to be this way?
Being born in your silver womb, I have been pointed to be your ill-fated son?
Clouds appear this afternoon,
as a message, as bringers of an answer,
if I desire so much to be with her, then...
Show her who you really are, then, being just you (Remove the masks)
Make her understand that if there is a thing you can do better than anything,
is proving her you can give her your soul to keep and command,
until forever is finished....
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