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[bleedlikepoetry]

Gotta keep moving. They'll find me, always find me, sooner or later. They'll get near and the fire will grow...till it swallows me whole. Like logs, they are

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[no_cakes_today]

I knew something was wrong with my William. I could feel it, see it in my mind. I've been tracking him since he walked into the forest. Forest for the trees. Birds all around. Droppings everywhere. Sweet stench.

I find him near a cave, struggling to stand up. I walk over and wrap my arms around him. Sunshine! I feel it inside of him. The soul.

"Shhhh," I whisper, trying to calm him. "My Spike. We will find who gave you this light and snuff it out. I'll make it right, my love."

[bleedlikepoetry]

I curl up in a ball, staring at the mud below my feet. Filthy, dirty, could sink right in and it wouldn't make a bit of difference...

don't remember mothers arms so cold...is she cold? no...she's in here too, screaming with all the rest.

"make it stop, please make it stop...I'll be good, I promise...I won't cry..."

Crying is for little nancy mommas boys, everyone knows that. Not him anymore I'm not him...

"I'm not him..."

[no_cakes_today]

"S'alright, my darling," I whisper, holding him tight. "My effulgent prince. I'm going to take care of you, bring you back to life and show you the darkness again."

[bleedlikepoetry]

I see darkness...I see it all around, I'm covered in it, tarred and feathered, I am. I pull at my skin, trying to get it off, get the hurt away, never be clean again...

"why would they do this? why? good dog...didn't bite, didn't bite..."

I'm trying, alright! It's never good enough, never right enough...oh no, all wrong, fallen down again.

Can't see me, but they see all the dirty little things I did, those logs on the fire, they see them all and...

evil. through and through, no good in there, not a man...