I thought it had ended, but no; that imperfect cadence drew me back. Back into a wretched symphony of lives broken and dreams crushed beneath broken brickwork and flickering neon.
Just once, he thought bitterly, as he pulled a tin of baked beans out of the cupboard and flicked through the bread for a slice without green on. Just once, i'd like to think of a comeback to that bitch the same goddamn week.
He stood alone at the edge of the world, and gazed out into vast nothingness. Could steal inside a man's mind, that empty black; take his soul, reduce him to madness or worse. But he was no longer mere man.
"It's alright! I'm here for you. Just hold on, I can't hurry this!"
wish i could come up with something good, but i don't have time, i have multiple assignments to be doing.
edit: goddammit forgot formatting
Edited by Undome Telcontar, 04 December 2009 - 03:46 PM.