You see him in the eyes of everyone, you sense him in the empty smiles, in the fake words, in the silence, even in the void. He did not leave anything or anyone out, and why would he, this is his home after all.
The grieving is not over what was, or what got lost, or what could've been, it is accepting that all if this life and its intricacies, even its rarest blissful moments, is only a facade.
"The biggest trick the devil played" indeed...
When you think you managed to unclench its grab on you, you find yourself in another trap. On and on it goes. There is food, and there is drink, and there are substances, pleasures, temptations, fake hope, numbing illusions, and all sorts of distractions.
I see his face with that smirk, I hear his giggles, and that very loud and the most evil laugh...
Fuck you anyway, you lousy pathetic lowley parasitical fraud!
Try as you might,
You do not fool me!
Cheers to another round of battles,
This is personal now.
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