It flowed,

from my throat,

from where it tore me open,

I saw the puddle form before me,

as I slowly slipped away,

and then,

it was cold,

it was dark,

in the monsters den,

where it dragged my sin,

my soul,

but soon,

more came,

to rot with me,

down here,

and that’s when I realised,

that nothing was over,

not until the beast had won,

it could still be,

it could still be undone.

Have you read the first six parts of The Roundhead? I know they’re a bit longer than most of the things on my blog, but I promise, they’re worth it.

You can find part 1 HERE, part 2 HERE, part 3 HERE, part 4 HERE, part 5 HERE, and part 6 HERE. But make sure you get in quick, as the final piece of the puzzle is only a day away and I’d hate for you to fall behind before the end.


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