Inhuman shells Rain down upon the lost city blood, guts and gore thrown like red ballons upon unsuspecting passengers of a nocturnal train death and destruction means so much to so few and as the night closes in the sreams heard during a lustful vengance those sreams i can't think save for those screams tearing at my soul they're coming i know i can feel them moving and squirming somewhere deep within me the pain rips through me as i grasp the metal sharp i bring the knife down from above my head the metal flashes and as i sink towards the floor Happiness floods into my battered soul... As i relise We all have to die!
Reason for writing:
A pinch of insanity, some genral weirdness and a fucked up mind.
Birth sign: Virgo
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