“The dream,” X begun, frightened, “it’s real. Oh god, it’s real!” Weeping in his arms, Aku petted her hair gently and soothing. He stared down at her, without words to say. He soon asked, “what was the dream X, tell me.”
Sobbing still, she finally quit her tears and started to speak with alertness in her eyes as if something was ready to kill her. “Sitting on the water down a dark, deep stream, I realized I was on a board. Something was wrong though. When I finally glanced down, the board was made of blood stained bones and wire. As I was looking for you, I noticed the deep river headed toward a large tunnel of obscene. I then found you. However, you were being dragged into the tunnel of unknown. I tried desperately to get you, but it was too late.” Shivering like a leaf, she closed her eyes and held tightly onto Aku’s shirt.
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My Thoughts
Thoughts that cross my mind are worries I have, and can't get them out of my mind..
Only a puppet to one's amusement. The life lived has always been a lie.
"I don't have nightmares, I create them."
"I'd like to depart this world the way I arrived, screaming and covered in someone else's blood."
"I'm the original, I don't need a label."
I am the type of person you would love to see suffer.
"I don't have nightmares, I create them."
"I'd like to depart this world the way I arrived, screaming and covered in someone else's blood."
"I'm the original, I don't need a label."
I am the type of person you would love to see suffer.