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[caterpillowz]

Macabre of life

In my feels, poured my heart out. Enjoy x

My heart, once a sanctuary of dreams, now a battlefield of sarcomas and festering sores. Each throb, a symphony of agony; each pulsation, a reminder of my body's betrayal. It's as though my flesh has become a canvas for suffering, painted with the hues of torment and despair. My veins course with anguish, a poison that seeps into every fibre of my being. Each scar, a grotesque monument to the atrocities inflicted upon me, each wound a gaping maw hungry for more pain. It's as if I am condemned to dance to the macabre melody of my own demise, my flesh torn asunder by the relentless assault of unseen daggers.

How much more must I endure, I wonder? It feels as though I've been besieged by an unyielding army of daggers, each strike leaving me more vulnerable, more exposed. How much longer can I withstand this assault before I succumb to the darkness, before I'm consumed by the anguish that threatens to engulf me? Each day brings fresh horrors, each night a descent into the abyss of my own torment. The stench of decay fills my nostrils, the taste of blood coats my tongue. I am drowning in a sea of my own suffering, my screams lost in the void of my despair.

Every breath is a struggle, every heartbeat a cruel reminder of my mortality.

You promised me salvation, a refuge from the relentless storm. You painted visions of a brighter tomorrow. Yet, in the end, it was your hand that wielded the blade, your words that tore me asunder. Your words, once honeyed and soothing, became daggers, each syllable a wound upon my soul. You guided me not towards the light, but into the depths of despair, leading me deeper into the labyrinth of my own melancholy.

You were meant to be my saviour, my beacon in the darkness. Instead, you became the architect of my downfall, the executioner of my hope. You promised me the world, only to leave me shattered and alone, bleeding out in the shadows. Now, I lie broken, my spirit crushed beneath the weight of your betrayal. You tied the noose around my heart and left me to dangle from the sycamore tree of my own despair. And as I hang suspended in this agony, I am left to wonder—was it all just a cruel charade? A twisted game played at my expense?