SeptronsTherory

I sit here, drowning in my thoughts. I am surround by darkness and shadows that watch my skin swallow a sliver blade. I am trapped with my past that engulfs my future as my owe Banquo sits chain to my desk. Black bird pearls stare at me as thoughts turn into sick mutations upon my wrist. He moans begging me to continue. I pushes more into my flesh and I feel his heart pound against his scattered ribs, broken by his own dreams. I cry out as I slip sliding the blade next to muscle that is purer than cane. My forehead begs for something cold. My head swells with pressure and blood, the mixture moves into my eyes. Banguo smashes his