I wander through this peaceful garden, wondering why this is happening to me. Dying each step i take, everything starts shading to grey, turning to ashes, they get carried away… never to bee seen again.
I take this final step to sit under this tree, which seems to be unaffected by my disease. Confused but pleased to see something beautiful around me.
Nightfall is imminent, nothing but this wretched darkness to depress me. I close my eyes and wait for the daylight to comfort me.
I hear this noise from all around but I know there is no one around me. Consistently this noise keeps going, growing into many.
I open my eyes in uncertainty, everything that had died came back to life- I was mistaken.
Living in the wrong time of day, my life is by night not meant in the light. Unsightly by day, scenic by night.
Now I’ve become a true creature of the night, bringing what i made die, come back to life.
I follow this trail to restore the desolation that I’ve made. This curse became my gift that brought back life.
At first light, everything seemed to die, what once was there for me, is now my enemy.
Destroying what I’ve done, I hide underground, so it will not reach me- Preventing the destruction of the beautiful and lovely.
Only at night, I portray this curse, as what it was is now my gift.
: regressedprgrssn
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