You know there was this one time, when you were screaming, flaming, feeding your words and tales to those who demanded them.
The time when your were bound to their desires and hunger, when your scars were theirs to savour.
That one time, when he came with his axe, breaking the chains together with your soul apart.
The one time you were hesitant to take his hand.
It was just that one time, an episode of the cycle. No matter how it turned and switched, it was you.
You were the one living it, you still are.
So don't stop, as foolish as that might be, don't stop.