About
When I undertake my thousandth
death, to finally take solace
in the sweet embrace of
the pure, ecstatic void,
I beg you, please
to feed my corpse to the Carrion Birds.
I long that they should rend my crude flesh
raw and bare, that the world
may witness me for who I am,
far beyond my walls.
I would join the Carrion March,
and walk among those catacombs
and silence every murmur from every
torch along the way.
Bid the blessed silence given by
that pitch-black curtain
that caresses my every thought once I have passed
to never fade,
for nothing should remain beyond the light that
lingers between the cracks in the cobblestones
along the path I walk in my sorrowful wake. I am Alexander, but select few address me as such, and I like it that way.
Death or Crowe are my preferences.
Don't ask.
Single, not particularly looking.
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[i:abfbdd8490]"Piercing the veil, between you and I,
I am reminded of how faith can die.
We blindly embrace what we can't understand,
as we crumble so beautifully in God's hand."[/i:abfbdd8490]
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