I give them all a part of my soul every night. A part of my soul is what I pay to survive. And when all parts are over, and I've burned out, a piece of my very flesh. Because in my world, you are not meant to have souls, only flesh.
I used to despise it. Cry with a smile on all night. But my tears have dried up now. I've learned to enjoy it, to get lost in that high, to have those few moments of stolen freedom that I can never get. And now, I hide behind it. Because now, I believe, I've run out of Soul. Now, nothing can touch me. Here, nothing can harm me. I've Flesh and I'm free. As close to freedom as I can ever hope to be.
I used to despise it. Cry with a smile on all night. But my tears have dried up now. I've learned to enjoy it, to get lost in that high, to have those few moments of stolen freedom that I can never get. And now, I hide behind it. Because now, I believe, I've run out of Soul. Now, nothing can touch me. Here, nothing can harm me. I've Flesh and I'm free. As close to freedom as I can ever hope to be.