If loneliness could kill me,
I’d be dead a dozen times already.
Slaughtered across my years,
Until I am naught but pulp.
Feast of Long Pig.
Death is a comfort to me.
Holding Entropy in my hands –
Staring directly into The Void.
I’ve always been alone.
When this world is ash?
I’ll be alone then,
Too.
Feast Of Long Pig.
