The Animator

so lonely, it felt as if the light was taken from this endless white, making it an endless void of darkness. her insignia on her blade, I gently reach for it, grasping it in my hands. my wounds are cold, yet I feel warm. warmer than before, but reminded of her absence. as a lay down, I follow her footsteps to death, I follow her to nothing. I don't want to. I want to be with them again, I want to see them again, but I cant. why? because shes dead, because I'm dying, because after death there is nothing. no HEAVEN no HELL. so I refuse, I won't die. I stand alone, just out of deaths sight. eager to lay, but I must go on. to take revenge on why I can't be with her, to make it so, to make it all so... to create... HEAVEN.

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