TW: mention of pain
--Nyx--
You see the funny thing about this suffering is that it's paradise. Nobody to bother me, nobody to speak to me, ask questions, pry into my life. Nobody to hurt. Nobody to harm.
That was a problem with those desires. They caused hurt.
I shift in the sunlight, letting the warmth hit my stomach. You decide I'm human or feline.
Desires cause hurt. Of course it was never my hurt. I am a glorified god, I cannot be hurt. But oh how fun it would be.
I recall the betrayal in people's eyes. The pain in them knowing I found something else. Someone new to keep my brain away. It seems fun to be so attached. So much that you'd let your emotions waver over them. How fun!
I've hurt many, and I'll continue too. Gold-Eyes aren't only good for getting things. Getting out is my specialty. Nobody wants to anger the one who knows all.
So, suffering, paradise? One in one.
I know people would disagree with me. They're incorrect. Find comfort in something, why not let it be a paradise? Revel in what you already have, not what you could. Ends you so much of this paradise. Don't come here, it's mine. No, no come.
I want to see your body.
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