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  • 28 Days Until The End – Twenty-Eight – Wrapped In Words

    Silence, moments, time, twenty-eight days, counting down, time is running out, soon, you’ll be shown, all the things I’ve built for you, hand crafted, engineered to perfection, made for pain, do you dare, no, of course you don’t, that’s why the choice was never yours, it’s always been mine, moments, leading to your demise.

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  • 29 Days Until The End – Twenty-Nine – Wrapped In Words

    The question is asked, It’s the same every time, so I close my eyes, dreaming of something new, dreaming of a place, where suffering is something few, people have to face, and the question is not asked, so come with me, let us be free, to be who we are, without judgement or hate, without…

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  • 30 Days Until The End – Thirty – Wrapped In Words

    Winter comes again, like a forgotten friend, sore, sour, salty, tasting this pain, hot, thick, blisters, licking at my marks, disfigured lies, deleted eyes, whispering me a new name, something dark, from your cold heart, then I’ll dig it out, and feast on your soul, I’ll make your flesh, into a fucked up dress, and…

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  • 31 Days Until The End – Thirty-One – Wrapped In Words

    Said, unsaid, thoughts forgotten, deeds done, undone, time and time again, count them, thirty-one days that seals your fate, washing, scrubbing, bleeding, tearing, ripping at all I am, bravely going forward, back, until it starts again, looking, searching, finding, building, shaping it to fail, plotting, planning, acting out, someone’s blood will spill, they’ll never catch me, you’ll never know, I’ll…

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  • 32 Days Until The End – Thirty-Two – Wrapped In Words

    Some may say, that my words are wrong, confused, mad, and insane, but if I were you, and I’m not, just so you know, I would be careful what you say, because things are dark, on my side of the fence, and I’d love to give you a tour, thirty-two rooms, and only one door,…

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  • 33 Days Until The End – Thirty-Three – Wrapped In Words

    Like a spiders-web, your trapped, you can’t win this game, you shouldn’t even try, you see there’s thirty-three way out of here, and every way, you die, how do I know? it’s just a gift, that’s what I say anyway, but I’ll tell you the truth, if I must, I spike your drink yesterday, it’s…

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  • 34 Days Until The End – Thirty-Four – Wrapped In Words

    Tick-tock, did you see that cock? thirty-four, but he acts a lot like four, juvenile and disobedient, he even shits himself, yeah I said it, I told it like it is, you think this is some joke? You think my words are false? Then take a look, see his pants, the stain on the back…

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  • 35 Days Until The End – Thirty-Five – Wrapped In Words

    Thirty-Five hearts, placed in a row, ripped from their owners, for that’s what I stole, nothing else did I want, nothing needed but this, for the feast of the fairy, is about to begin, blood will be spilt, sex will be had, for fucking a fairy, is a pleasure you must have, now do you…

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  • 36 Days Until The End – Thirty-Six – Wrapped In Words

    Words thirty-six, whispered to me, wrapped in a cloth, placed against my soul, how it twisted me inside, wanting to die, breaking my heart, draining my life, my withered body you left, my soul you stole, you used me, abused me, told me your lie, you hissed in my ear, you shook me with fear,…

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  • 51 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 4 – Short Story

    Three hours, that’s how long we sat there, we talked, argued, hit each other a few more times, fucked, like you didn’t think that was not going to happen, and then we came up with a compromise. She wanted someone to pay for the carnage, not just for herself, but for bragging rights, the street…

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  • 52 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 3 – Short Story

    Three teeth dislodged with the impact of her kick, and my nose gushed with a shit load of blood, I clenched my hands into fists and forced myself up from the ground. She started jerking off in front of me, going on about how she was going to beat the living shit out of me,…

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  • 53 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 2 – Short Story

    Big Luis drove another mean, hard fucking arsed right hook into the side of my head as he ripped me from the ground, everything went from technicolor, to old school black and white, you know, like the days before sound, before Al Jolson danced his merry fucking dance to a tune, although my silent film…

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  • 54 Days Until The End – Bad Day – Little Guido, Part 1 – Short Story

    They said it didn’t matter what I did, who I killed, where I ran to, my time was done, so, their stupid fucking jaws dropped when I said do it then, kill me right here and now. The silence that followed was eerily poetic really, I mean, if you could’ve heard her speech you would…

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