Eulogy from a broken heart
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snowcat7156
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The faint sounds that come from the final breathes of a loved one are the cruelest god gives, as the final etchings of life are drained away, a final struggle against the inevitable begins. The darkness begins to overtake as the struggle becomes grief, and grief becomes regret, and regret becomes acceptance.

Eulogy from a broken heart

The faint sounds that come from the final breathes of a loved one are the cruelest god gives, as the final etchings of life are drained away, a final struggle against the inevitable begins.

The darkness begins to overtake as the struggle becomes grief, and grief becomes regret, and regret becomes acceptance.

The warm embrace of the now becomes a sweet memory as the cold shackles of the unknown overtake the spirit.

It sets in.

There is no dawn.

There is no dusk.

There is no tunnel.

There is no light.

All there is... is the void.

A starry void with millions of eyes form to surround one's soul as they peer into the mind's eye.

Afflictions and apparitions of the past begin to fade as if the sands of time slowly scratch the paint off an antique painting. And like that antique, it becomes lost once enough has passed.

The final beats of a heart, once proud like a lion's and loud like a drum, bogged down by the harsh truth of the world that once surrounded it.

The insidious turmoil of the life which surrounded it fade away, as the final memories of the heart begin to fade.

The heart. Where the final death begins.

Where the true end awaits.

The memories of the heart begin to decay, until the final thoughts of the heart begin to echo. The doubt begins to grow. The desperation and the hopelessness, begins to sink in.

The final beats of a noble heart begin to fade with the fading of the final thoughts.

It vaguely remembers it's final moments.

A bright light.

A broken promise.

Water falling.

Water blinding.

And the final words of a hopeless being approaching its end.

Was my love... truly that horrible?

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