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Infinite - Booker [SPOILERS]The pain of the truthInfinite - Booker [SPOILERS] by ~bluevendetta64
Burns hotter than the flames
That left the scar.
A scar that had lost
All meaning.
As lost as a child.
A daughter.
Not his daughter.
Never his.
He stole the child.
Thats not right.
Not stolen,
Given.
It cannot be true.
Yet the memories return.
The caged bird,
Trapped in her tower.
Only to be released to
Drown in the flame,
the mountains of men.
This will be fixed.
No one deserves this.
The pain.
The torture.
To stain their hands in blood.
To go to the beginning.
To stop the birth.
It is the only way to save her.
The outcome will change.
I will end this.
All of this.
For her.
Elizabeth.
AD.
My Anna.
I will change
Infinite - ElizabethThe doors are open.Infinite - Elizabeth by ~bluevendetta64
My hands are trembling.
The excitement pushes the key in the lock.
My heart skips a beat.
I’m free.
He got me out.
He got me out...
Who is he?
Can I trust him?
Or is he another warden?
No time.
The prison falls.
My prison falls!
This cannot be real.
This must be a dream.
Like a story from a book.
This is my story.
My book.
And this is where it begins.
IntoxicatedIs it the aroma from the rum?Intoxicated by ~bluevendetta64
Is it the bite on the tongue?
Perhaps it is the way it dives into the glass?
The alcohol calls as it swills against the chaser.
Is it the taste of the blend?
Is it the poisoning of the senses?
Maybe it is the how the liquid twists the brain?
The liquor swoons as it settles within.
Is it the absence of the problems?
Is it the solace of the mind?
Possibly it is the bliss it leaves when finished?
The bottle has emptied into the body.
It is not the pain that burns the muscles.
It is not the regret it has caused.
Certainly it is not the difficulty of awakening.
The hangover is the result of the ecstasy
TodayI find myself thinking of the worldToday by ~bluevendetta64
[MELANCHOLY]
And the hate over taking it.
[WORRIED]
I see the people's cruelty for others
[INTOLERANT]
And the death of the trust and the abandonment of love.
[ANGER]
I mourn what optimism I had in my youth,
[NOSTALGIA]
Now replaced by cynicism.
[REALISTIC]
I have no hope left to give the society around me
[EXHAUSTED]
I am exhausted, realistic, nostalgic, angry, intolerant, worried, and melancholic.
This is what I am left with,
Thanks to the bleak state of humanity.
