Winds rattling the hate within draggin the pain out, filling the mind with venom. The leaves scuttle across the ground like insects in search of life. The joker skips down the alley, laughing, drinking, cutting, the wrist opens, to spill life down the drain, cluttered with the leaves of hate.
Tag: insects
From the Grave Part 2
Walking through the streets of the bustling city, the vampire looked around, amazed at what his eyes beheld. Hundreds of people clustered the streets like insects, buzzing with frenetic energy.
Kiss you screaming
No dream no dream no dream i… Eye infected i infected eyes No dream no dream no dreaming I wanna kiss you screaming