Here we go again, mother ********.
I was crucified on a poorly crafted cross. To save your mind's eye, I was fully clothed. The cross was made with wood, bone, flesh, and steel. My "nails" that held me up was black twisted metal, they didn't even resemble nails, they just simply kept me pinned to the cross. I was about to say "...********..." but I found that my mouth was stitched shut. The sun was burning, I felt completely parched, my body ached and dry blood was all over me. I heard birds, the sun was blotted out by what would be thought by crows. One of them landed right on my arm. It looked at me, it's eyes were red and haunting. It then took a few pecks at my arm and drew blood, it cawed. Soon the rest of them rushed over to me and they all started feasting upon my flesh. I tried ripping myself off from the cross but it was useless. They kept ripping at me.
The end.
Langendorfer · Sun Mar 09, 2008 @ 01:34am · 0 Comments |