Standing there in the rain, water dripping off the sharp edges of my coat and streaming through my golden hair. Just another dark figure lost in a world of light. Who am I? Who are we all really? Jagged points in a tangled web of barbed wire. Rubbing and rusting in place as we dig deeper and tear into the flesh of the people around us. Such toxic pools of twisted distaste. Finding joy in pain finding lust in disgust. Fear masquerading as our master and death our constant companion. No hope just hate no harmony just chaos. Tic Tic toc time moves on. Such an angelic face!! Who would guess the evil writhing just under the surface of my rain stained alabaster skin?? Wishing Each person passing by another victim another fly in my silken web. Swishing and swaying! The black sticky ink like sickness coating every inch inside her. So hot and filthy but comforting at the same time. Her perfectly polished teeth gnashing and grinding as the hunger is inflamed. So hungry so lost.
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