Mister shame and sister pain sell the facts. Vinegar stain. Administer flame. Sinister, plain, always the same acts. Quell the hunger, relax. Smack it under. Run for cover. Serving number pasty. Wasted number moving lax, faking another. Acrid sweat built up. Meandering traits run rampant. Massive abandon, anger.. thrilled. He waits with a gun and can't stand it. The object and his stand, the prospect in this man. No more ringing, no more pestilence... A plan in his hand, a need in his stance. To be continued. I plan on this one being a long story...
His heart was in his throat, but pleasantly warm. Teeth numb, so calm before the storm. Forever torn, in favor of fun. Sloughed scum always utterly dumb. Never wondering, existence taking no form. The depths of his being are swimming with rage. Brimming with hate he's stuck in a cage. Missing in a picture, forever disagreeing... Skimming discreetly, he ebbs towards the face. Precision and grace. All defying Time's pace.
