23 January 2013
You wake up and expect everything to be perfect. Just for a split-second. But in that second everything is different, everything is perfect, then it all shatters and reality sets in. you wish for a longer second but it does not come. You live your whole day thinking of that one moment, as it seems so far away, yet so vivid. And as you dream that night, you dream of death, horror, sins so wrong they scar you inside, helping the monster grow, your monster. And as it consumes you whole you begin to understand the power you hold, the power to change lives, ruin them all, in the blink of an eye. And you realize that no one should have to hold this weight upon them. And as you awake, you find yourself on the ledge of a great building, ready to jump, before the monster wins. You let yourself go. Falling, falling, sweet breeze.
Earth nearing, the end is near
And in that split-second
Everything is truly
Perfect
Perfect • Opuss № I