The fanblades are smeared red.
Blood?
I get up, stumbling for the door, tripping over something. Fear grips me, squeezing my lungs as I see the body.
I don't know who it is. I don't care. I just have to go, before I nootice his blood smeared on my hands.









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What but design of darkness to apall
If design govern in a thing so small?
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This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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