triginta quattuor

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the graves are talking,

whispering about the earth.

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"i can hear sirens sirens,

he hit me and it felt like a kiss

i can hear violins, violins,

give me all of that ultraviolence."

lana del rey +++ ultraviolence

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lana del rey +++ ultraviolence

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remodeler's POV

his eyes!

HAHAHAHHAH!

those precious doorways to the soul--flooded with red, clouded by death! the doorways have shut, andrew! there's no going back, you're locked out of life!

FOREVER! F0R3V3R

my father would be here, laughing with me, if he was still alive...HAHAHA!

father should have seen the final look pasted across andrew's bloody cheeks!

he's a killer! he's your killer, father! 

he's your killer!

my laughs are choppy--drowned by the shower water filling my open mouth. i'm showering in the workshop bathroom, the one that's far from jungkook. he wouldn't want to see me all bloody--i saw his face the last time he found me like this.

HAHhehAHHehEHAHA

i choke on the water, bang my fist into the while tiles. it does not hurt, could not hurt more than the emptiness churning in my mind. after andrew stilled, father was not there. 

why weren't you there, father? cheering for me? laughing AL0nG with me !

i got rid of your hitman, revenged your ruin! 

you're free father! i've done it, finally!

(L*St i~T!)

this water is freezing cold--my body is growing numb! i keep pounding my fists into this wall--why won't it break? why aren't you here, father? is it because of jungkook!

??

my hands ache, pound. the shower wall drips with freezing liquid. i should stop, but father, why do your words not meet my own? 

shit SHIT! my hands are bruising. the knuckles, those bones meant for damaging! they're turning into plums--filling with blood, throbbing!

"HAH...HAH...hah...hah..."

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