If anyone had told her that she’d be seeing the male come undone before her she would have probably laughed in their face. The accent, the appearance, and just everything about him now was unlike him every other time she’d him. It was terribly sad. She wondered what exactly a person had to go through to fall so low when they had come from such a high standing.
”True, you’re not really into theatrics.
Hm…maybe, you’re just going insane.
With a small shrug, she stood from the couch and sauntered into the next room where she could make a visit to her closet. It wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy talking about all the different things he was ‘seeing’ but she figured that energy was much better spent doing better things like sleeping. They both needed sleep, for sure. She grabbed a few miscellaneous blankets, and a pillow that would suffice for creating an illusion that the couch was more comfortable than it actually was. She came back with the articles, folded neatly in her arms and shot him a bright smile.
I’ll be a happy unbeliever, I guess.
Not really into seeing dead people and that—-
drag me down to hell stuff. Just…
She dropped them on the arm of the couch and glanced over her shoulder at him seeing that he’d made no move to even try to move. A long winded sigh made its way from her lips as she met his gaze, watching fear dance in his eyes,
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
at night. The truth 's still gon'
be there in the mornin'. ❞
[— It's a murderous fact, you see,
they aren't only after her & deep
down he knows it, feels it, tastes it.
Fire dripping down his tongue as
words try to break the wall of silence
But neither do they crack or take form,
for an unbeliever she is & he, dancing the
A shrug he gives & lies down,
head heavy on the supposed to be
Closing his eyes does nothing to help
the ghastly faces leaving him
flabbergasted from disappearing but
rather makes them stronger, makes them
persist, coming back bloodier & angrier.
Running from one's mind has always
