30/M/lancashire If it sounds insane, it probably is. Abstract writing. Maniacal thoughts. Read between the lines, dance along the lines, snort the lines if you want I really don't care. 33 followers / 10.2k words
She sang that night A serenade in desperation A song heard Sang and betrayed by silence. She sang, her heart torn bear. She danced as her legs broke and her arms snapped. She bled to the cameras The camera switched off.
He dragged her off by her ankles. Her roll was done, part played. Prayer preached. Her face stained with filth, As she shaved across the ground. A song entered his head, A hymn of nothing Empty in its divine message.