Monday, June 29, 2009
11:07 pm
pitch black, barefooted. black moss whispers underneath your barely moving feet.
are you afraid yet? youre in too deep to back out, you shake your head, defiant. tell it to them, tell them
youre never going to make me give up. slithers, hissing slips of movement just nearby, the crackle of leaves beneath your cold, dead dying toes.
still not leaving, are you girl? your head screams yes, your heart whispers no,
youll take me when i cant fight anymore. trees bend in agony, you can hear their screams surrounding you, all your doing. the wind swerves around them, howling, wailing; your spirit's replica.
you shiver, you run, but there is no one left for you. shake your tresses, nail your feet, tear out your own skin because you know he took it all.
there's no one left for you.
skin by: joshua
basecodes by: hilary
image/texture by: x x
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