there is blood on the walls, the floor, the bed,
everywhere, the color of red.
a gunshot lingers in my ears,
a memory of darkest fears.
I remember not what happened,
but fear that it be true.....
the door is locked, gun in my hand
oh god....
what did I do....?
say goodbye
D: Spyre?
ReplyDeleteWe're okay. Crisis averted. I'll post tomorrow, there's a lot to explain.
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