The Contortionist is different now. More empty. Less.. responsive.
He's a shell.
I suppose I can relate.
Things are going to get bad.
Messy bad.
Left with only soil beneath my fingernails from the potter’s field.
Six feet under lay the vaulted graves of bodies that didn’t yield.
This world is drifting through an ocean that despises me, and the
continent is not content with being connected, I am relative.
Six feet Under lay the vaulted graves of bodies that did not yield.
Six feet under lay the vaulted graves of bodies that didn’t yield.
This world is drifting through an ocean that despises me, and the
continent is not content with being connected, I am relative.
Six feet Under lay the vaulted graves of bodies that did not yield.
Until Next Time.
Me.
If it helps.. I don't despise you.
ReplyDeleteRemember me when you fall.
all will be ash.
ReplyDelete)*SERVE*(
So much pretty text. Care to come and talk to us again?
ReplyDeleteDia- It's coming.
ReplyDeleteServe- I can only hope.
Amy- I'm always here.
Until Next Time.
Me.