OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got sick of readin that broken Hearted chit on my last entry.............so, heres a new one for ya!
it Trip suddenly realized with dread. It, was a thing, and It had definitely now turned its completely undivided attention toward him. It had once again granted him a reprieve, and he had in turn gone and pissed it completely fucking off! Trip then felt something enter the night air he could not soon forget, something so cold and uninviting that even the rats swarming about the floor recoiled from it in fright. The cold blood dripping from his fingertips now slowed barely to a drop as the familiar sounds of humanity screeched painfully to an halt. As he stood there, shivering like a recently beaten child, the entire world around him turned suddenly silent and grim. Trips skin began to crawl as his blood-shot shattered eyes struggled painfully to focus on the desperately glimmering streetlights just outside below. Those streetlights. Those shimmeringshining pinpoints of delight which always seemed to disarm him, now suddenly seemed to pull away from him as though he were a source of guaranteed horror and death. Then, without so much as even a warning, his heart quickly abandoned him as well by coming suddenly to a stop. Trip let out a gasp at the thought of finally being alone, of finally being dead, of finally facing this life as well as his own death the way God had truly intended it to be!!!
WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trip screamed out in regret, once again swallowing whatever was left of his pride. p-pleasewait, I-I didnt mean what I said..
And then, just as quickly as it had all threatened to come to an end, the cluttered sounds of city life drifted thankfully up to remind him that no matter what the cost, at least he was still alive. At least he was somehow able to escape Deaths never ending reach. And as desperate as he was feeling right about now, to him, that meant somehow just maybe still being here, looking down at those beautifully sparkling lights, might of actually been meant to be.
Just a few lines from the book thats keeping me alive, keeping me somehow from the edge. One day, one day it will be fininished....and I shall finally come alive!
it Trip suddenly realized with dread. It, was a thing, and It had definitely now turned its completely undivided attention toward him. It had once again granted him a reprieve, and he had in turn gone and pissed it completely fucking off! Trip then felt something enter the night air he could not soon forget, something so cold and uninviting that even the rats swarming about the floor recoiled from it in fright. The cold blood dripping from his fingertips now slowed barely to a drop as the familiar sounds of humanity screeched painfully to an halt. As he stood there, shivering like a recently beaten child, the entire world around him turned suddenly silent and grim. Trips skin began to crawl as his blood-shot shattered eyes struggled painfully to focus on the desperately glimmering streetlights just outside below. Those streetlights. Those shimmeringshining pinpoints of delight which always seemed to disarm him, now suddenly seemed to pull away from him as though he were a source of guaranteed horror and death. Then, without so much as even a warning, his heart quickly abandoned him as well by coming suddenly to a stop. Trip let out a gasp at the thought of finally being alone, of finally being dead, of finally facing this life as well as his own death the way God had truly intended it to be!!!
WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Trip screamed out in regret, once again swallowing whatever was left of his pride. p-pleasewait, I-I didnt mean what I said..
And then, just as quickly as it had all threatened to come to an end, the cluttered sounds of city life drifted thankfully up to remind him that no matter what the cost, at least he was still alive. At least he was somehow able to escape Deaths never ending reach. And as desperate as he was feeling right about now, to him, that meant somehow just maybe still being here, looking down at those beautifully sparkling lights, might of actually been meant to be.
Just a few lines from the book thats keeping me alive, keeping me somehow from the edge. One day, one day it will be fininished....and I shall finally come alive!
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