the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

I love the cutesie ish, up to a point. —>

Once I’m past that point, I’m as cynical as it gets.

Tales were told of the one who would bring the fire. 🔥

Only then, would everything be returned to equilibrium.

A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.

Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.

After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.

Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.

Uncanny the way it sounds real, looks real, feels real, but it is not real. Phantasmagoria galore.

Please, no more.

Oooof.

It isn’t right to beat a dead horse..

Yet, sometimes you just can’t resist.