hello hannibalMist. A deep grey fog rolled over the parking lot, threading in between the cars parked there. Clarice sat in the driver's seat of her grey van. She was resting, to the casual observer, her head tilted back, eyes closed. She appeared carefree.hello hannibal
Clarice was not carefree at all. She had to go see Dr. Lector again, to find clues about Buffalo Bill. Dr. Lector was a puppeteer, and her, the unwilling puppet. He was toying with her, that much she knew. He certainly seemed to enjoy putting her in positions she wanted nothing more than to run from.
She was wasting time, sitting in the driver's seat. She had to go in soon, th
strike from me the truthColours, bleeding. I felt them swirl about me, trapping me in their sly gaze.strike from me the truth
I was pinned, they knew something about me, how could they have figured it out? I tried to hide it, I grabbed at myself, tearing my still-beating heart from my chest.
"Here, take it!" I screamed at them, but they would not relent.
I was swept away in their dizzying depths, plunged under.
In a rare moment of clarity, I realized
I would never
surface
again.
addiction's satisfactionhesitant smiles, a relaxed arm falls back you drop the small baggy and needle which falls beside the others you'd used only a few days ago, maybe two.addiction's satisfaction
you feel the sweet, sweet relief pour through your veins like liquid spread, slowly, warmly up your arm leaves tingling trails of delight behind.
a whispered contented sigh escapes your lips you let your eyes fall shut, savouring the feeling the feeling of the addiction sated your hunger satisfied, for now.
this is routine by now, a calm enjoyable time where you can drown in sensation everyt
by ~nymphadooora
by ~sylvesterSD
heads up
Homicidal
Much appreciated.
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I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
lost into a light you make so brightly false
and I watch as blood spills down your arm
and makes its way to me.
so here I stand,
puddled underneath,
trying to believe
you're nothing like you seem.
by the kitchen sink
you talk to me, saying,
"I don't remember."
and I knew right then it wasn't you,
just some weak imposter.
but how could you,
my lovely friend,
get caught in their current?
(no, I don't believe.
no, no, I won't believe.
you will remember.)
and I would hold your hand
if you came to me.
I would do anything
to see you walk free.
with these perfect tree branches, though,
there's bound to be a lynching!
with the crowd, one side is screaming out;
the sound gets overwhelming
and they want you to believe them!
yeah, they'd love to see you hanging!
and I know the noose is tempting,
and it seems like a perfect fit.
don't go through with it.
unecessarily long lyrics are amazing ♥
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Despite the lies that you're making
Your love is mine for the taking
My love is just waiting
To turn your tears to roses
リク x ソラ
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"No, I have never been sexually voracious... whatever that means... But maybe I'll be sexually voracious next week!" ~Alan Rickman
Ahem.
BAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW RAYCHUL.
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"No, I have never been sexually voracious... whatever that means... But maybe I'll be sexually voracious next week!" ~Alan Rickman
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