Do it or I'll kill you

dark figure without legs in the harr..
split shadow buy street lights, and i'll genuflect after every passing ambulance...

Kid's stuff

Rituals always flash before us, and we inject ourselves with poisons.
My lefts arm is shooting with pain, like a prolonged heart attack or a constant creeping stroke. My heart is trying to beat away from my body, looking for the place that it was supposed to be... leaving my body back to cope. Brain's throwing away from here.

Shut down all channels.

Why not just stand there and bleed.

Worried about people finding you... We held and cried, and talked about the one other time that we said we didn't belong here.

Come now little sparrow, come forward into too many tomorrows... too many to handle. Just one to hold and think that you're not ready for it.

Burnt up and fused...

some kind of sweet... back to lead and paper... To waiting outside peoples doors.

He's outside.

Standing in the rain.

Singing a dirge for every drop before they splash.

Saying a goodbye to each one.

Saying he'll remember them always.

To every drop of rain.

The one that he forgot.

The rain turned to snow.

Blizzard scratching cold against his face.

Not giving him peace.

Until he can call that one drop of rain.

The night has stolen it's name.