Water turning.
Bells ringing.
Wind Blowing.
Stop.
"Drip,
Drop."
"Drip,
Drop."
He whispers in my ear.
Crawling. Just looking for food.
Stop..
She screams.
As he gets to close with his
"friendly weapon"
She hides.
"Friend" is all he wants.
Alone is what he seems.
Dead.
Is what he is.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 4:40 PM UTC
Water turning.
Bells ringing.
Wind Blowing.
Stop.
"Drip,
Drop."
"Drip,
Drop."
He whispers in my ear.
Crawling. Just looking for food.
Stop..
She screams.
As he gets to close with his
"friendly weapon"
She hides.
"Friend" is all he wants.
Alone is what he seems.
Dead.
Is what he is.
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