Tears From The Eyes Of A Monster

And deep within rests a monster.

There are 24 hours in a day.

12 months.

And 4 seasons.

 Still, in all that time, I haven’t found what I am looking for.

Endless conversations with my other self have only lead to disruptive behavior. The blade is a lot sharper now and the alcohol tastes even better

Your voice has now begun to fade. You can longer get to me, darling. I am now falling even deeper into the abyss. The dark pits that are painted with seas of fire. Screaming souls that continue to die over and over and over…

When will this end, you ask? There is no end. There is no such thing.

An infinite abyss that once you’re in, you can never escape. You simply fade.

Even I have begun my transition.

Even I have begun to fade.

Reviews

[Alessander]

I dig most of this. The title, the format,the beginning(it almost sounds like you're counting down to something eminent) - the diction, and some of the phrasing "dark pits that are painted with seas of fire".

There are somethings I think you can tweak, but if you really want to know my 2cents in that department, you can always message me.

Very Post-modern. Intriguing work.

[TheKaylaPup]

This is awesome there are some lines I would break into 2 lines, but otherwise it is perfect.