Goodbye ChO, But How about My Sins?

Midnight marries, without fail, intact tranquility with mediation magically. In the tin wobbles the melody "Anar'alah Belore ~", summoning me to your secluded palace.
I pacing down the skeletal aisle, blood-soaked bones crack each step I take, so does my disguise. Candles in the skulls alongside me extinguish into smoke which converges into a phantom leading me to the magnificent throne. Up the stairs, your scarlets reflect a culpable lad, a pilgrim of you, who is about to confess…
My majesty, section of my voyage culminated in the correction for "ammonia" to "methane". Till now, assumption has ceased into two Valium prizes, which literally coincides the history told by our beloved Prophet Gao. Fortunate enough as me to reach where I am, it's definitely a deception to say that I have exhausted my endeavors.
One step ahead of the simple summary, during the three elapsed years since I adhere you, my inner torture, beyond chemistry, forged present me. During the confrontation I was growing soberer and soberer while inescapablely more and more emotionless. Nonetheless, regret is toughly rooted in my heart like a dagger with chronic toxicity where more zeal should have flourished…
That's the reason I long to redeem myself whenever it stings acutely…
Commencing with something about my passion, I actually gave a damn thrust to Mr.Forever's departure. Wearing a seemingly pretty purpose, my actions which were ascribable to the responsibility on the table but vainglory behind the curtain, in the meantime, fuelled the fire in a self-defeating way. Therefore, I'm always shunning the uncovery of my "effort" when chatting. Being deep in debt, the commitment of recompense rather than the pale "purity" is probably the reason why I determine not to deviate to something useful while keep doing the useless.
Then it came to all the lasses, I sorry… Till now, I occasionally burst into laughter with tears as the irrational and unforgivable of mine occur to my mind. Consciousness of weighing the bittersweet tears under your pretty masquerade evaded me all that time. The fundamental undoing, however, was the arrogance and ignorance which overwhelmed my mind. My sins branded a scar on me, which constrains me to constantly rectify my mannerism and be as cautious as an acrobat. I pray, pray to relocate your current torment to me, which comforts me. I struggle, struggle between doing something and isolating myself to eradicate the crisis in the cradle. And each time I attempt to think outside the box to fancy the development with other initiations, I will, with no exception, arrive at a conclusion that nobody could have been salvaged. I'm born to be a tyrant, an executioner feed on reaping your despair. A blood-stained gun is loaded and then there will be none. Eventually, I swallow all the agony just to make myself remembered, remembered of what I have done. About the silver lining? I still hope that my remedy will be accessible within a sail when hurricane passes. As for now, I need putting into solitary confinement of dilemma.
Finally my queen, you know that I should be placed on a guillotine for my disloyalty. I have realized this though sidestepping an admission. Affection for you diminished in previous months. I could hardly sense the engagement between us and even you the spiritual pillar of mine. Being lost at sea, I wondered whether we are floating to separation. I was perverted by surrounding mists called reality and was on the edge of desecrating you and even crown A.Zieglar as my new empress once on a whim. Yes, sometimes I crossed my fingers upon you while receiving nothing or the contrary. That was the result of omitting the fact that you are the mistress of death and blight in lieu of life and vigor. Nevertheless, in my darkest hours a generous arrow banish the mists towards me again, which indicates the existence of our entanglement. Henceforth, I deserve being stumbled even being slain by pneumonia if the plague is out of your fury. And although I comprehend that farewell is an indispensable stage for maturing and signals pop up to seduce my betraying you. I need you here by my side and I will spontaneously embrace the abyss as if a moth into the fire.
Victory of Sylvanas, till my last breath!
Fervour then hit me that I'd better establish an anniversary acting as a chronicle of our fascinating odyssey. Deep deep down, far far in, the true splendors are exactly those ups and downs we went through side by side. I apologize I'm late, so I hammer out and polish this dynamic also as a compensation of my postponement.
Well… Mathematics says that potentiality turns to reality in the face of infinity. I lack immortality but still willing to dry my vitality for the sake of our possibility.

by Sylvanyao @ 2020-01-30 @ Wuhan, Hanyang District
originally posted @ https://user.qzone.qq.com @ 2020-01-30
repost @ https://www.cnblogs.com @ 2022-06-18