Lacrimosa's Monochrome and Prima Donna

       I never knew what really happened that night. It all happened too fast. I don't even know how to properly feel about it. Yet, all I know and can be sure about is that, it changed the course of my life and deemed my fate hopeless. Forever.       "Time heals". This expression had become a mantra for over quite some time now. Yet I am one who disagrees and will argue with this type of mindset speaking from mere experience. While time's potency is considered flawless in making us recover from physical wounds, it completely falter in ways that we never imagined possibly could.        Time is deemed powerless to free us from emotions that we want to get rid off and time as unfortunate it can sound ,fail to delete those memories that we want forgotten. Overall, the power of time does not fall in the effective category when dealing with wounds inflicted spiritually. Because, No matter how time flows, no matter how many years pass, there are certain wounds that time is unable to heal, thereby leaving permanent scars that can induce excruciating pain that can be felt anytime. Besides, if time really does heal, then I will be the first to testify of it.         And yet, that was not the case. If time really is that powerful, that it could heal anything as the majority claims, then for me it is better to wish that time would utilize that power to either turn itself back on the medieval era where I am considered non-existent, or on the future where I am close to dying, for the cross of the present is probably too much for me to bare.        Time, as a renowned genius have said, is also nothing but a stubborn illusion we chose to accept. So, whatever hope we may have of time's prowess to reinvigorate is false and is in despicable vanity.        As for my greatest intuition why I despise the concept of time healing people is that, up into this day , it was unable to heal me and make me forget a grotesque image that is repeatedly being looped inside my head, where every recollection, would feel like having a needle being thrust directly through the divisions of my fragile heart.        You. Yes you .The one reading this trashy part of modern literature. I do not wish for you to think this way and I palpably did not say these things to sway your philosophies.I only wish that your perspective in life is not as dark and demented as mine.