• blank page looming. ink lays spattered. but it's not ink. it's too red. it's not even red. i lied. it's black. it's spilling. dancing and spattering FUCKING STAINING everything. i don't care. take the photographic evidence, do what you will. play? shut the fuck up i know what you're doing. creeper. this pressure has been building up BACKING UP this loaded gun. clean up your act so i can shoot you right back SHOOT you down, SHOOT you out this is so fucking hard to untangle. my alternate is becoming my reality. you feel wierd telling me? what the fuck why'd you do it in the first place? spill your seed, you definately earned it. SKETTTTCH it. yeah sketch me. draw me out, you know you want to you, you know you did. just stop telling me. because the circles my life's running in are fucking running me mad. but your hunger's calling, your fangs are growing and your lips are moistening. you're chewing in desparation and your apology has been forgotten. they say music soothes the savage beast, but you were never one go with the croweeeed. You are a dream among the sharks Beautiful and terrifying Living restless We dance in dark suspension

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