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2009-10-05 02:37 am (UTC)
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Deeper,
deeper
.
Memories blur, over time. They mesh and become faded, like old paper photographs. Old nightmares become new ones
(therefore, I have no alternative but to sentence you to death.)
(blood flows so strangely in zero go)
and childhood terrors blend seamlessly into adult horrors. At the heart of it
(everytime it beat, it pumped blood out of a tear in its side)
cocooned in a tangle of emotion
(rising panic and darkness oh god oh god she couldn't move couldn't breathe)
at the heart of it.
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Memories blur, over time. They mesh and become faded, like old paper photographs. Old nightmares become new ones
and childhood terrors blend seamlessly into adult horrors. At the heart of it
(everytime it beat, it pumped blood out of a tear in its side)
(rising panic and darkness oh god oh god she couldn't move couldn't breathe)