Words of the Constant
Pulled out by the root.
Delivering sweet death from a distance.
That I cannot hear it does not mean it is silent.
He is blissfully ignorant.
It's not floating, yet.
It's reached its natural state.
Broken pieces of my heart.
Oh that my ship would dash across it.
It melted down a bit.
It melted down a bit.
It is as cold as my heart.
Ice cream could never replace Abigail.
Keep a cool head.
He has a cold, dead heart.
Nothing can insulate us from the horrors of this world.
A staff to freeze.
Cold and misery.
My heart is already cold as ice.
It reflects the coldness I feel inside.
It's calling my name.
It's cold and black.
They can't show me what I'm looking for.
When I look in the mirror, it's like Abigail's here.
I'd like a poison that is less stinky, please.
I suppose I must deserve this.
The perfect amount of jam.
Beans that shall never know life.
Could there be something worthwhile hiding deep inside?
Do you see what's up there, Abigail?
It's about to collapse... maybe I'll be here when it does.
Plain is fine. Why hope for anything more?
Meat, skewered right through the center.
It's... I don't know. Sigh.
The strands are so slippery, it's barely holding together.
The things we do for sustenance.
We took it out of the ocean, then took the ocean out of it.
A bee without conscience.
Be still, little one.
No more enjoyment to be had.
This is not real poultry.
It will only build a temporary distraction.
Happiness is ephemeral.
It tricks them with the promise of sustenance.
It will only build a temporary distraction.
Everything ends.
Where the wild beasts go.
They've left me behind...
The sands of time are unforgiving.
Oh, to be young and free of life's worries.
Small and innocent. Like I once was...