MercuryStarlight

I miss you like a starving man misses food, like a land in drought misses the rain, I miss you like life, and like death, too, and I wish you would come home.

I am the cruel, vindictive god of a thousand universes, satisfied by naught but tears and blood, my words spilling out of my mouth like gravestones, my will an executioner's ax.

time is a thief that takes everything we love away from us, and there is nothing we can do to stop it. If love lasted forever, would we cherish it so much? Were life not so fleeting would we want it so powerfully?