Always the scapegoat
The story
At first, I felt fine, before I realized: In your eyes, I'm a demon, right? Without an ending, I'm still pretending like I attended your funeral today. Overconsumption of your own compassion, put on perfume of iniquity. Now I could never dream of doing anything in such a way like you did to me, so, give me a taste of sovereignty, a lantern in the night. Get me away from history, from the cycle's bitter light, from existing out of spite.
Now do you hate me? Are you afraid of me? Are you able to feel culpability? Come forth, and kill me! Bow down, and worship name! Take your time! All we have is eternity! My name is unknown, something I've never told. On my own, I declare, "I DON'T WANNA GO HOME!" I've got a cut-throat delight as we carouse while you writhe. I'll put your fear in my drink tonight. Tonight, I'm chewing up and spitting out your pride. You got an iron dye where only God'll find. I took a photo of shame to remember you by. True colours make a pretty-picture memory, returning less than you gave to me. I know infinity, she howls with the past, as they gouge each other's eyes. I know duplicity, who once was a child born in villainy. I know infinity, she howls with the past, as they gouge each other's eyes. I know what hides in me, if only you knew the same... Now do you hate me? Are you afraid of me? Are you able to feel culpability? Come forth, and kill me! Bow down, and worship name! Take your time! All we have is eternity! My name is unknown, something I've never told. On my own, I declare, "I don't wanna go home!"
Culpability: Responsibilty for a fault or wrong; blame.
Nobody feels culpability anymore.
Except me.
And the only culpability I feel is other people's.
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I must say I found your story to be quite captivating and thought-provoking. It eloquently delves into the nuances of identity and the human tendency to grapple with feelings of guilt and perception. I especially resonated with the expression "overconsumption of your own compassion" which strikes a chord as it truly captures the irony of self-absorption cloaked as empathy. Personally I've encountered individuals who, much like in your story, tend to overlook their own responsibilities and this narrative mirrors that reality with much precision.
Honestly, while your story is filled with vivid emotional depth and intricate layers of character introspection, it's got a bit of a melodramatic vibe that kinda drowns out the narrative's authenticity 😒 the notion of "in your eyes, I'm a demon, right?" seems pushed to the extreme, giving off a forced dark aura that doesn't quite hit the mark. Trust me, I've seen and felt those kinds of intense emotions, but in real life, they usually reveal themselves in more subdued forms. That segment that goes "I don't wanna go home" generates an overly rebellious tone that sounds more like teenage angst than genuine existential crisis. However, the theme of yearning for change is relatable and resonates deeply with anyone who's ever felt trapped in the cycle of life. Your exploration of identity and culpability is quite compelling, and I gotta give props for making those connections. So, while I agree with the story's central message, the presentation could benefit from a little refinement to fully capture the depth you're aiming for 😉
so you basically just invalidated the fact that I get blamed for most things. Thanks a lot. Have a heart, asshole.
Hey, didn’t mean to ruffle any feathers there. Just tossing out thoughts with a side of sarcasm and crunchy honesty—no harm intended. Wishing you peace, perspective, and zero salad tongs to dodge 💚🥗