VAMPIRE DOLLHOUSE

~There was only one thing that could be compare to the glory

and beauty of life.

God's invention was to bring life to the nothingness.

And now.

His revenge as well.

The final blow.

The one thing that can combat the golden light of being alive.

And that was.

Death.~

Luke is dead.

He died peacefully in his sleep on day 24.

I cried.

Oh how I cried.

I don't know how to explain what its like to cry and never be able to cry as much as you need to. There wasn't enough water in the lake or ocean or sea to cry as much as I needed to to feel better.

I Cried.

Luke was dead.

I couldn't take it.

Luke was dead.

I wasn't hungry anymore.

I was furious.|

Because Luke was dead and I was never going to see him again.

I am sad and scared and traumatized.

The suffering is too strong.

The nightmare of the sickness Luke suffered from and the spiral of torment from the curse that caught us in its web to begin with.

I am tortured.

I want to fight but i have no strength.

I want to love but I have no love.

I stare at Luke's dead form on the floor.

I tried to shake him awake. I called his name again and again but no reply.|

he is dead and I can't take it.

He is dead and I am crying and there is nothing I can do to take away the hurt.

I am sad.

Dear god.

I want to die too.