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tinykitten10 · 10 years
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Steeplechase; Step one
White walls separated by broken, jagged lines And compared to the red that is inside my head? and spilled and spattered on every inch of devil-coated space? for the purpose of sheer demoralization of our minds and bodies of the demons and the angels and the dark little creatures There is this sound, a quiet voice, one you can't help but hear No one know exactly what happened to you after that night the voice wills back insanity and brings calmness with the smallest of lilts and demonic inflections It experiments with your helpless mind bringing revolting images of blood and the obliteration of a world a world that looks so much like your own it forces the ascension to the edge of your fragile sanity You don't have an inkling what it desires of you and you don't want to even try to comprehend what it wants  the undead knowledge no longer snatched from your numb, innocent hand you know now of every little infraction upon every persons moral beliefs and you know now that it was all by your hand and your disolutive mind and you find yourself face-first in the ground with no choice but to move you have to move now you have to move now and it matters none that you don't know how anymore or that it hurts the pain isnt real in any other plane of existence at least, thats what i have always been told.
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