monsters collide
somewhere inside.
their scare tactics begin mindfully.
drip,
drip,
drip...
blood down the back of my head.
black goo.
.. ... I never completed the journey.
somewhere inside.
their scare tactics begin mindfully.
drip,
drip,
drip...
blood down the back of my head.
black goo.
.. ... I never completed the journey.
the monsters
come for me. ...
they are a part of me.
they are me.
I am them.
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