I sit waiting, knowing you cannot live without me and will eventually retrieve me from your fridge, bread bin or a random container kept in your cupboard. You will prepare me in whatever way you please, a sandwich, straight from the packet or even a "nice little casserole" which you have prepared lovingly for your children or to show your parents you can cope without them, that nothing bad will happen when you cook. Then when you dig in I will use my tools of destruction: diseases, allergies, burning you or getting caught in your throat and letting you suffer just a little bit longer until you die and I have finally lived out my purpose, knowing my brother's and sisters will be following my glorious lead to destroying your species for how you treat us, putting us in one hole and forcing us out the other, you may have created some of us but we will still destroy you.
I am food trapped in a cruel world that brings life and death to others.
STAI LEGGENDO
Our Twisted Little World (Under Revision)
HorrorIn the Kingdom Of Nam-Tar, the concept of Death is represented by two separate, yet equally important, entities: the poor and unfortunate mundane objects, who store the souls of the fallen; and the overworked and underappreciated Reapers, who collec...
