Zeer's Soliloquy.

But I’ll Never See That Light Again. The ??? of ???, ??? - City of ???, ??? England “You are not man, not of us. Damn us eternally should we vest you, pray on you, that you would go to heaven. Begone. That is kindness enough… Perhaps more than, for a pretender.” Spoke the Bishop, whom I know– knew as Father Byford. Even as I close my eyes, the words present themselves like I have studied them time and again. Tormenting all that I am or wished to be. Those heartless words that I cannot help but mull obsessively over… The drops come cold, much too cold, in taking stand out here, exposing myself to the world’s tears. Foreign enough that feeling is, so it drives conviction that truly I am left ungifted. Say it is not fault of I that His spirit abandons and instead my father’s, then worse should it be, my ignorance of who he is! Yet, it cannot be lost that my existence forbids all grace, for whether my intention to wound or otherwise, blood stays spilled. I sin taking all breaths, that aliv

'I have hope because I can write it.' These string of words, whomever quoted them or if they were quoted at all, resonate with me. I am a very, extremely directionless person, but I have hope because I can write it. Of course, it, in this case, is prose and poetry, known to me, as my passion in life. One could say, I have cause to live within both these things. I remember a time back whence I was simply he who played video games, and make no mistake I still do play, it is just that now, writing has entered my life... I know right? Great changes. But I digress, I do recall being fit to simply live to play and die whenever so. I'd say life was but a fleeting dream then, there was only concern as to whether fun was being had or the opposite. These thoughts, fulminating, holding grasp upon the young mind, gave rise to a great distress later on. What is it that I wish to do? Am I simply content to this lot in my life? Wherefor would all this experience of mechanic and narrative

Hello! This is the second post today, I'm sorry, but I wanted to try something different. This is a thing I started some time ago and finished recently. It's kind of a romance? I add a question mark because I'm not so sure on my romance writing prowess. Anyway, it's a BxB romance that's been in my mind for a bit and I hope you enjoy! If you do, then don't expect another chapter for a while, I am EXTREMELY slow (also lazy) at writing. Thank you! just some spacing :> (y'know get you transitioned to reading mode!) ────────────────────────────────────────────────────────   Amare Fatalis By Zeerdank ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────── I don’t regret loving you. Then what do you regret? I regret that I didn’t stop you when I should have. Fool. That means you regret what drew us together. Am I not allowed to regret that and still wish we had loved? No, but it hurts all the same. Then drop your weapon and come with me. We would, both of us, d