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Tick. Tock. Two hundred down. Pulp. Swindled minds flock so easily into their cages, sealed vents pushing gas into their lungs. Carpenter's masterpiece. Hooks hanging from walls, bloodied chains supporting old bones. Rot. Mirror image rooms kept secret, filled with decay and trapped ghosts. The neon sign flickering. 'Hotel'. Pulling the moths in with its fire, ready to burn them. Tick. Tock. Twenty seven around. Confession. The drugs were inefficient - they never slept forever. I had to help them get there. I was born with the devil in me and he sings like a poet in the shadow of evil. Gruesome. I feel their blood on my hands and I enjoy it. Tick. Tock. Nine were found. Possession. "Satan corrupted me, controlled me." "Innocent." "I am imprisoned within myself, I swear." "He made me." The lever is flipped, I fall. My neck does not snap. Instead, I struggle, the air being forced from my body. Darkness comes after the fond memory of a knife in my hand and blood on the walls of my ****** castle.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
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Tick. Tock. Two hundred down. Pulp. Swindled minds flock so easily into their cages, sealed vents pushing gas into their lungs. Carpenter's masterpiece. Hooks hanging from walls, bloodied chains supporting old bones. Rot. Mirror image rooms kept secret, filled with decay and trapped ghosts. The neon sign flickering. 'Hotel'. Pulling the moths in with its fire, ready to burn them. Tick. Tock. Twenty seven around. Confession. The drugs were inefficient - they never slept forever. I had to help them get there. I was born with the devil in me and he sings like a poet in the shadow of evil. Gruesome. I feel their blood on my hands and I enjoy it. Tick. Tock. Nine were found. Possession. "Satan corrupted me, controlled me." "Innocent." "I am imprisoned within myself, I swear." "He made me." The lever is flipped, I fall. My neck does not snap. Instead, I struggle, the air being forced from my body. Darkness comes after the fond memory of a knife in my hand and blood on the walls of my ****** castle.
~~ Grim inspiration taken from a serial killer. ~~
#insanity#criminal#time#death#blood#devil#memory#mad
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
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