Jan 2016
"Shattering into a million tiny fragments"
What a load of *******.
More like being wrenched out from between your ribs, liver crunching, intestines spilling. Mind-numbing, heart-aching. Hunched-back, clock ticking, tick tock tick flames licking, counting down the beats till the end of the song, end of the line, straight onto those railway tracks, staring into yellow awaiting black.
More like ripping it clean out, gripping it tight in satin-gloved hands stained blue black, squeezing it, pummeling it against the wall again and again and ripping in half like a teddy bear left in the dust for far too long: glassy ebony eyes, held together by spider webs. Cleaved straight down the middle, hacked into a fraction of what it used to be, a quivering mass of scarlet red and void black. There is no horizon to this empty sky.
What a load of *******.
More like being wrenched out from between your ribs, liver crunching, intestines spilling. Mind-numbing, heart-aching. Hunched-back, clock ticking, tick tock tick flames licking, counting down the beats till the end of the song, end of the line, straight onto those railway tracks, staring into yellow awaiting black.
More like ripping it clean out, gripping it tight in satin-gloved hands stained blue black, squeezing it, pummeling it against the wall again and again and ripping in half like a teddy bear left in the dust for far too long: glassy ebony eyes, held together by spider webs. Cleaved straight down the middle, hacked into a fraction of what it used to be, a quivering mass of scarlet red and void black. There is no horizon to this empty sky.
