where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Paganism, youthful wisdom, I saw a hallow man, he gave me three sticks full, I poked them through the mud, I dug up what I thought was clarity, but instead I found out it was madness, your eyes let them know how deep their dick was in, while you mouth worked plentiful hours polishing them, …
Timelines fade away, suffocation here to stay, murder on my mind, slander and lies is all I find, lying in deceitful situations, running out of patience, rebounding hard and slow, words coming to and fro, my question realised, blinded in both eyes, harbour lights, devils' delights, we drink it down, I’m the jaded clown, mirror …
The images criss-cross across his eyes and he feels his legs begin to give way. He lunges forward with a cry, throwing all his weight behind what he perceives as his final maneuver. He lands awkwardly, but away from the pulsating lights that have up until now left him comatose.
Once the world seemed full of magic, and then the world changed, but deep down, in the depths of places not seen, the magic never left, it only grew pungent with decay... Matt “There is no happy fat man in my story, there is only Yuri, and he is neither fat nor jolly. So let …
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When the facts were checked, and the lines crossed out, 2020 was a year not only wished to be forgotten, but a year no one ever wanted to revisit, 2018 however... Matt “If what you say is true, then we must change the outcome!” Spider laughs loudly and wipes the tears that run down his …
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“The ball was not as enjoyable as I had hoped, there were too many memories lost within the walls of the old hall, memories that took control of my senses,” she says through tear filled eyes. “Memories? What sort of memories do you have from there?” “They weren’t my memories.”
The light explodes, leaving the room in total darkness. Lloyd stand silently still while his heart beats erratically in his chest. Soon the seconds tick over into minutes, and he still dare not move, then he hears the jingling of sleigh bells once more, and lets out a stuttered sigh.
He stares at the knifes blade, and twists it slowly in the air before him, then starts to whistle softly as he looks up at them. “There’s nothing more satisfying, than holding a heavy blade that’s covered in someone else’s blood.” He says with a broad grin upon his face.
A blade drawn upon high, cutting though the cord that held it up, thy neck removed from the shoulders, the head disconnected from the soul, a fevered dream while awake, satanic playthings, flesh upon dead flesh, sewn on backwards and inside-out, decaying within, like your twisted soul, trapped without hope, headless and alone, the wicked …
Whispers wished upon a plate of overripe food, maggots feeding on flesh, a mirror lost in the dirt below, I saw a devil staring at me, asking which way it was I had to go, a choice not mine but it was given to me, a trust fall, eyes closed, wanting to believe, while everything …
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