Betrayal. Nothing else feels quite like it, does it?
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On a side note, I've got tons of music and some movies, thankfully, something to keep myself occupied with.
I feel that soon it'll be the time to break apart, to recollect myself again. Or not.
Shaking.
''I choke on desperate breath.''
Grasping for air is indeed not always the best course of action. Especially if you're underwater. Or . . .
Skin and bones, and a little bit of flesh inbetween. Inseminator-incubator. Fuck nature! That disingenious bitch.
Aren't we all just really biding our time?
How much longer? Well, to be honest, I think my watch is way off. WAY off.
Twitching. Whirling. Slaughter all the fucking horses on the damn carousels and slit the childrens throats. They're better off that way.
Just remain calm and keep going! And rip everyone who stands in your way to pieces. Even if it means - yourself. How come my time is never at hand? It eludes me. Metatron never speaks to me. Either that or I'm just deaf. But how does one perceive the voice of something hidden inward of itself? Maybe it was just never there. Maybe there just is no IT. Within and without. Shriek.
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