the eyes the eyes the eyes the eyes the eyes the eyes the eyes the eyes
——— they watch me sleep
"let me tell you a story of a little land full of foolish folly, on a day much colder than now.
there was a jester, a king, a court, and an audience.
all to watch my beheading... heh...
they laid out my sins like show and tell, splitting me open for all my rot to fall out; i knew i deserved it and they knew it as well..
but mercy wasn't for monsters, mercy wasn't found in hell..."
please kill me, its too painful
• the eyes • the eyes • the eyes • the eyes • the eyes • the eyes •
SERIAL KILLERS...
is it weird that i am comforted by the thought of cannibalism? as the eyes bore into my flesh with their gaze i found that sleeping in the thought of tasting a human's sweet blood to ease my suffering. i liked the taste of blood and skin, but to find someone willing to part ways with their mortal body is quite difficult.