Like an insatiable craving the longing starts again. The mind pictures of the only true beauty left in the world (in my world, the only sanctuary left...my only truth). What once i held as close as possible in my arms I now hold in my mind. Every other reality drifts away. Dried tears that meant nothing to me. Only significant in a secondary sense. Another head. Another tower from which you look down upon me. Upon my translucent tears now far gone. They were not for my emotions. They were for my empty dreams. They were for the death that I live everyday. Your presence fills me with wonder. The beauty radiates off of the dream. It doesn't bring the sickness I gain from other beauties, for this one had a difference. This one is real. This one is the only real thing left in a world of hollow dreams, hollow emotions, hollow beauty.

I'm killing my other faces, my other heads. They meant nothing. They all held the same darkness inside. I see another one consumed by it's makings everyday. Although glad to be rid of the weight their presence brought, what face do I turn to them now. They shall demand one without fail. And they shall recieve a nightmare borne of their self-serving demands...

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