Cutting,
chopping,
through your flesh,
stabbing,
ripping,
with it’s blades two,
tearing,
slashing,
within,
opening you up,
pain,
screaming,
is it over you cry,
I smile,
and you cry some more,
as I cut out your tongue,
no need for anymore questions,
not where we’re going.
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
Don’t we judge our works more than others? Haha, but honestly, I think some things I set out to do work, but other things slowly begin to work. These whispered words are a work in process, and I guess I see them as that still. Especially if I was to compared them to your clock tower story arc. 👍
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Splendidly dark and brutal! I love your work sir. ^_^
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Thanks so much, pale when compared to what your skills produce, but thanks for enjoying 👍
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You’re way too down on yourself. I don’t do anything special, I swear. Xp
You write quite wonderfully and produce plenty of content.
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