I plead temporary insanity, for I believe I have just entered your dreams. Goodnight, sweetheart, you whispered to me, your voice mingling dangerously with sarcasm just before you slit my throat. I awoke in a mad man's world, my voice bottled up and labeled off on a shelf to the side somewhere so that I could not scream. With no trace, I will disappear from your asylum of broken lies and twisted metal a ghost of who I was haunting your memory.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Wed Oct 21, 2009 @ 10:41pm · 0 Comments |