FilistataI can't stop itching.Filistata
The irony of it is that despite my desperate struggle to maintain normalcy amidst my frantic and constant desire to scrape the epidermis away and let the mite-chewed flesh beneath breathe, nobody is aware of my plight.
I might be more concerned, but I'm in a madhouse. This sort of thing is to be expected. But I'm not saying anything. The meds they've got me on now, I get cottonmouth if I talk too much and I get the shakes if I get too excited. The migraines... or whatever, those are gone. But now I've got this itch.
And when they get really bad, like, when it feels like I'm breathin
Song of the Angel"You will not see me coming."Song of the Angel
"But I already did," I replied, staring. He stared back, unimpressed. "You had to come and now is as good a time as any," I continued, but trailed off as he stepped forward. The wings on his back flared open and the soft, delicate chiming of the errata dangling whispered a nonsensical tune. The glass and silver and ivory ornamentation that hung from his wings caught some impossible light, reflecting back into the back of my mind, bringing forth memories of bicycles and lemonade and tire swings.
"You think you know who I am, but I'm not," he replied, the voice of a dusty piano, a long dus
The Last Eulogy of Jack in Red"He was the spawn of a harlot and a bastard in the grave he is..." I muttered, and examined my next victim. The Queen in Black.The Last Eulogy of Jack in Red
"He was a spectre of a man and he may he never find peace in death..." I haphazardly flew the card from the deck in my gloved hand, watching it cut some spiral of a dance through the fog and strike the headstone, flight halted. Falling, it joined the corpse mound of kings and queens and numbers weighing heavily upon the sodden ground.
"He was a slave to death's name and even now he will serve Azrael..."
"Unloved and cherished only by the dead, let them embrace him as their own..
t_r_ENDSRunning running I'm done I'm done running running ST0Pt_r_ENDS
what happened to being on top I'm buried under six feet I thought it would never die, the rock but look we've admitted defeat
run run run done done done going for your gun ST0P
it looks like integrity is another word for "flop" it looks like cash is number one and all everybody cares about is having fun but not me
I'll hit the street beat concrete with the rhythm of my feet I'll empty my lungs with the
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