destroyed yet victorious..
his will dying off
his body slams down to the ground
grime on his forehead..
the scorching sun and hollow moons
..
he has to fight
for no one
not for his lover.
not for himself..
just fight
for the sake of fighting..
not to win..
but to make others lose..
..
he grips his stomach in one hand,
and weilds his blunted machete in the other.
he stands
the waves of unbearable torture..
..
each one not able to kill him..
..
he fights..
..
no more shame ..
no more lost love..
no more emotion..
his pupils dilate fully..
a soul-less being slaying away at mindless danger...
blunted
dulled
battered
crushed
bent
smashed
he stands up once more..
rips off his flawed armour
his perfect body unharmed..
an imagery of dorian grey.
he picks up the wooden stake he stabbed into the ground
plunges it into his chest cavity..
veridian larva gushes out...
his face turns a pale shade of cerulean..
his body floats away into the breeze as ashes...
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