Hear that?
crackling...
rough crunching...
Stop it.
Nothing
is really there.
You're just
being
paranoid.
Such innocence,
such weakness.
I have you.
You so easily
sustain
my existence.
Expanding,
educating,
strengthening.
Your power
evanesces,
demonic ****
Some day
strenght will favour
another.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 3:05 AM UTC
Hear that?
crackling...
rough crunching...
Stop it.
Nothing
is really there.
You're just
being
paranoid.
Such innocence,
such weakness.
I have you.
You so easily
sustain
my existence.
Expanding,
educating,
strengthening.
Your power
evanesces,
demonic ****
Some day
strenght will favour
another.
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