Dark and magical as always, it's same as then, one sec' and i'm there, under, few meters under everything else, rotting, but living more then any human alive. I heard Tailors are coming, sewing their ways through walls and floors... cold, dark, dirty and evil. Human heads on train rails, calling me to join them. No. Run. Fear. Silence is dangerous, you can hear your thoughts, all of them, even the deepest ones, the strongest ones, you know them, ones you are scared of, ones that live, ones that talk, that have ability to make a move, to take over and play a game. Sick thing is, that's just why you like them, even, it's fun and play just for them, not for you. For you it's fearing, always searching, never finding, always running... Fear of something, unbelievable fear, don't know from what, fearing then running, running from something, but don't know from what, running to safeness of not knowing your desires, your life companions, your other self(s), your life "co decision makers", other you(s).. Hear them! ..hearing breathing, hearing groaning, screams and adjurations, screams for help, they expect me to hear them, they expect me to help, just me, nobody else, why? Cause they're mine, they're in my mind, my screams, just mine, just of my own, my screams, searching for help, searching for relief, for rest, for peace of mind. My screams on their way to find me to listen to them.
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Dark and magical as always, it's same as then, one sec' and i'm there, under, few meters under everything else, rotting, but living more then any human alive. I heard Tailors are coming, sewing their ways through walls and floors... cold, dark, dirty and evil. Human heads on train rails, calling me to join them. No. Run. Fear. Silence is dangerous, you can hear your thoughts, all of them, even the deepest ones, the strongest ones, you know them, ones you are scared of, ones that live, ones that talk, that have ability to make a move, to take over and play a game. Sick thing is, that's just why you like them, even, it's fun and play just for them, not for you. For you it's fearing, always searching, never finding, always running... Fear of something, unbelievable fear, don't know from what, fearing then running, running from something, but don't know from what, running to safeness of not knowing your desires, your life companions, your other self(s), your life "co decision makers", other you(s).. Hear them! ..hearing breathing, hearing groaning, screams and adjurations, screams for help, they expect me to hear them, they expect me to help, just me, nobody else, why? Cause they're mine, they're in my mind, my screams, just mine, just of my own, my screams, searching for help, searching for relief, for rest, for peace of mind. My screams on their way to find me to listen to them.
Smooth and dark like baby Dracula's butt