Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?
Isaac Marion
Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.
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Your dreamers. You ridiculous children. You dancing grinning fuckups. Here is your bright future. Your earnest, saccharine hope. How does it taste dripping from the neck of everyone you love?
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Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.
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How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?
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