The stillness. The steely stillness that stole my breath was ever present. For so long, it had claimed my heart and devotion, and felt alive. Now it felt empty.
All-consuming and indiscriminate. A black hole.
A creeping darkness... death overshadowed everything.
Suffocating.
Internal drowning.
Disarray rising, grace and virtue forgotten.
Glass danse macabre — a sonata framed by moonlight. Echoes.
As the vision of Automat — solitude distilled, positional sadness embodied.
Saline drips, moistened lips.
Liminal light, my bestial repose.
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Author's Notes: Inspired by the painting above, Automat by Edward Hopper, and Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven, Danse Macabre by Camille Saint-Saëns and Glass Danse by The Faint.
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