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“Let me in, inside your mind, my goals are simple...I am the worst they come, a cold-blooded monster, wanting your soul. There is no end, I will not stop till blood is on my hands.” In darkness, he follows
Nobody loves anybody for anybody,
Only for the things they receive from them.
No body? That’s a shame
Because the body is the first thing that comes into
The moment I mention his name,
Like the silence of the dreams they haven't yet killed,
The room becomes quiet and still.
Their words like whips
"CRACKS!" start to fill the room
Slicing gashes on my heart.
