I was angry. I was on fire with the uncomfortable rackings of Rage.
Tears boiled over my cold skin, the streams left burn marks in my pride.
I was ripping, tarring, rent apart by my sentinel.
Betrayal. Conscious destruction, calculated, intelligent derision.
Then I was cold, broken, torn, dead.
My soul is immortal, so death is very uncomfortable, it doesn’t end, it just hurts all the time.
My brain is numbing me. Nothing matters any more.
No one matters, least of all me.
I’m going to