How can I speak to myself without creating further damage? Let it go, because once you do you will feel lighter. Don't be afraid to enjoy life, don't take your demons too seriously. And calm seas rarely make good sailors, anyway. It's not your fault. Deserve to exist, or be loved.

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2025年2月6日 · The Lost Hymn of Nyx, is a haunting and elegant piece that captures the forgotten power of Nyx. It masterfully blends myth and melancholy, portraying her as an omnipresent force feared even by the moon. The imagery—raven cries, black rivers, fading stars—creates a gothic, cosmic tragedy.

sweet nyx, my goddess of the night. you are the deity and reminder that even within abysmal darkness we are capable of excelling infinite heights. I will be your muse: weaving epic tales of love and loss, depictions of existence and resplendent, radiant light as I guide you through this ineffable journey of tiresome, exuberant life.

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2012年4月16日 · Nyx I love how you embrace the black How moonlight dies beneath your feet That crickets quiet all their chirps When you go roam the streets I love that you deem lies as truth That you hold light within your fist That darkness drips so slow and quaint From veins within your wrist But what I really truly love Is black to you is bliss and light

O you, my nights, O long-awaited black- ness, O proud country, O obstinate sec- rets, O long looks, O thundering clouds O flight beyond skies which are closed O great desire, O scattered surprise O beautiful journey of th' enchanted sprite O worst evil, O grace that flies O open door where we enter night I don't know why I die today Before the e...

Smothering out the flame, cutting off the air, the charring smell is making me sick. No, It's pretending that you care. Your hands once so soft, have now grown callus, Each brick tainted with malice. Gasping tightly around my ever failing, feeble form, only to be met with your cloudy eyes filled with scorn.