luminide
For stifling screams and things that should not be seen.
His very threads of existence are pulled taut, tied not just to various parts of the forest...he is more than that. Vast. Awful and decedent. Delicious. A cause for loss of words. A cause for loss of sanity, at that.
A poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all the green willow,
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow.
Her boards of Othello, cups of salted, scalding tea,
Sing willow, willow, willow, one time three.
To dislodge. To the back of one's hand.
Pressure, applied.
Further, sink further.
First barrier, broken.
Next, bone.
Tighter, brighter.
All comes with a price.
Throat deep, bitter tongue, eye thrash. Eager, violent, to the point of no return.
Gone, are the morals.
Admit it, you love it.
I admit I'm worried for you.
Where are you? I admit I love you.
I admit it's platonic nature.
I admit I worry.
I admit it all.
I admit, I'm out.