He sees me.
Hiding in the walls.
His eyes crawling in my skull like a plague of parasitic roaches.
He knows my name.
My TRUE name.
Make him stop.
Make the voices stop.
My flesh.
It burns.
Burns so brightly I can feel it glowing beneath my skin.
He's inside me.
Inside me.
Rearranging my organs.
Planting seeds.
My flesh is crawling up the walls.
The voices.
The voices are screaming.
Screaming so loud.
Stop.
Stop.
STOP.
Echoes. Echoes.
Silence...
Footsteps...
Dad is that you?
Do I need to kill somebody because they hurt you?
ReplyDeleteAnarchitect....speak to me. Are you okay?
ReplyDeleteShe had better be, no one fucks with my friends, proxy or otherwise without getting a missile to the face.
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