Words of the Constant
So close, yet so far away.
The peels look dangerous.
The death and suffering never ends.
Warmed banana mush is so much better.
Poor plant, locked away from the sun.
Someone is trying to keep the underground at bay.
There's no room at the cave party for me...
I'm too busy descending into madness to descend that cave.
A great evil lurks beneath the surface.
Someone is trying to keep the underground at bay.
Oh... I guess I'm not invited to the surface party...
Why leave? The light here compliments my complexion.
The surface beckons.
A touch of color in the bleakness.
It's dead.
It's dead.
Has it ever been above ground?
It's asleep.
It smells terrible.
That's unpleasant.
There's nothing coming out... for now.
I prefer the cold's quiet embrace.
One could drown in that black fog.
A way out.
All I taste is my sadness...
Cold, dead and black, just like my heart.
Do I dare approach?
Their words can't hurt me. Well, maybe just a little...
Perhaps there is a small part for me to play.
Are you the true face of the darkness?
The perfect place for a tragedy.
Cold, dead artificial life.
Cold, dead artificial life.
Cold, dead artificial life.
Why did we sculpt an anchor.
Still and lifeless.
Ashes to ashes, bust to bust. Oh.
Its new lease on life was, well, short-lived.
Merely a cold, lifeless copy.
She once had a sweet life.
A piece, constrained to the board.
They're here.
But a simulacrum of life. Sigh.
If only I could feel so serene.
A reminder of brighter days.
Happiness is a warm puppy... but this one is cold.
It knows only fury.
We put him out of his misery.
A reminder that kindness only leads to pain.
His pain led to anger.