misantropensfrukost

En liten godnattvisa.

"He marvels at all things new to him
… - and I only wait … for all things in this sick world … to end.

I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man, he never knew or
encountered the hatred and shame that I bare. The doubt, the cloak of
disgust and the all-devouring dread, and if I told him about it, he
might only shake his head with kindly amused, melodious laughter, he
then would perhaps merely smile at my … oh, so stupid silliness … and
the BEAST that is raging inside."

 

 

 

Godnatt då.