Bored. I was bored. Dying from it actually. Deamon had left to go lucy knows where. I was alone and bored. I've said that already. My cat like eyes wondered across the yellowing walls, I say yellowing but it was more brown. The walls where covered in flith. Blood splattered across every surface. Ah now that's art. I guess this whole thing is just a waste of time.
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A strange love
HorrorI was on a sugar high when I wrote this so if its shit that the reason enjoy Very random. Lots of mild gore. I don't really know how to describe this so please just read it and tell me your thoughts. Love story.
