Just a little quick flick of the wrist for the lovely readers who enjoy a slip into madness.
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It's just there huh?
No one comes around in the morning.
Time passes so quickly in the daylight.
Time never seems to pass soon enough as night.
Sitting here, waiting for you.
Hoping to tell you all my sins.
Every horrid deed I've done.
All those wrong turns into insanity.
Every bodies' last breath.
Each last heart beat.
Just waiting to show you.
Waiting to see your proud face.
You never came back.
Not even once.
You never came home darling.
My dear lover, you never came back to this home.
I counted the days on my flesh.
A single scar for every moment.
Dripping red every 24 hours.
Maybe more.
Just because I can.
Dear lover, where are you?
I'm sitting here alone.
Waiting for you.
Alone.
The silence is filled with sobs that turn to laughter.
Uncontrollable.
Unstoppable.
I could keep counting.
I really could.
REALLY.
Hurry home darling.
The children miss you.
I didn't bury you too deep.
The ground should be soft.
Come back up from your nap soon.
It's getting boring here.
Sitting in this empty, stained red room.