where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
A minute, turned into a moment, not forsaken is that time, but time that is to be forgotten, within this bindings, within this soul, may not be what was sold, but what was stolen, a look, a glance, a moment or a minute, not was, but will be, not said, but heard, a moment, a …
Vain is thy voice, bitter is thy words, hate bathed in blood, sin breathed in, contempt for oneself, glass across the flesh, open up, separated, while you desperately hold on to nothing, writhing and wrestling, with what dances inside, the devil, the demon, the nightmares, of who you hide.
“Yesterday was nothing but a test for tomorrow, while there is no test for today,” Carver says proudly. “Yesterday was nothing but a test for tomorrow, and there’s no test for today? Are you actually listening to the words that are leaving your lips? Because mate you’ve lost your fucking transmission.” “I’ve lost nothing braggart!” …
To the mothers, to mine, to the mother of my child, to the mother of my child’s mother, to all mothers before them, until the first mother in the beginning, for if it is not known, that without you in it, there would be no us, there would be no then, now, or tomorrow, so …
He falls to the ground into to ever-growing pool of blood. His hands tighten into fists as he forces himself to all fours before a savage boot is launched into his side, sending him back to the ground once more. “Stay down this time Lucas, if I have to kill you I will.” Lucas laughs …
"The Kiba presented itself to me with an offer of survival and revenge, the price seemingly minuscule compared to the purposed glory,” he swallows and wipes the beads of sweat from his brow before leaning forward and gripping his knees tightly as he stares into the young boys hollow eyes.
“There was a movement beneath that gave all my fears life as I realised that not only was I broken by the betrayal of my own disembodied self, but also for what I had knowingly done to those poor women,” he says, lowering his head in disgust as tears run down his face. “Am I …
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He digs the blade in up to its hilt and twists. “F-F-For no greater r-r-reward,” Victor stammers before falling to the ground motionless as a pool of blood quickly forms beneath him. “Fool,” Cynthia hisses as she turns to Barron, who’s face is almost green with fear. “Grow up man, you’re only embarrassing yourself.” “B-B-But...” …
“James, please. It’s not like that and you know it. It was a spur of the moment fling that became something else, something unexpected. If I was truly playing you. If I was truly this harpy you believe I am, would I be standing here before you with my heart on my sleeve?” “There is …
“A facsimile of a lie is what you are Devon! Nothing more or less. Your existence began with a mistake, and so will that be your end!” Silas hisses, passion surging from his words. “Always you come back to the night you laid with mother. Always the same shit flows from within your failing husk. …
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