dearest naiveA Chapter by joshua deathdealer09/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Seven)
Screams echo out into the streets
terror laced sound waves detonating off my decaying eardrums I am a shadow of my former self standing over you in this dark alley scenery wilts around the death that seeps from my skin the pores leaking poisonous sweat dripping on the ashen ground Beware of a kind face and a pristine stare, it could be just a mask that I wear more screams you should have listened to your friends...
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StatsAuthorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..Writing
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