Blood is on the minds of millions of innocent children, searching for an answer to this emptiness that harbors our death wish. We hold, in our hand, the power to steal…but nothing is taken without payment. Give and take, live and let live. No harm done, no penalty. Even the most gentle of beings get… Continue reading the pit
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The End
I feel it coming now The end. Where will I go? How will we live?
last year, today.
The front of my brian has rotted out. When i shake my head i can feel it move about, slam against the front of my skull. And my insides are rotting too. When i eat i feel the mass roll over and overin my stomach. They call it lust, i call it heroin love.