Title: A page of my diary
This is: A drabble
Diclaimer: Not mine.
Rated: 16+ for Drug abuse
Slash: Skwisgaar/??
Loss of something I can never have begins to seep into my veins, a deadly toxin for which there is no anti-venin. The spider webs on my arms creep up sickeningly slow, etching out the shallow catacombs that my blood resides in. Nothing has been the same since I joined Dethklok… Since I met HIM. I start to shiver with eagerness as the drug takes it's toll on my mind. I don't want to think. I want nothing more than to drown out everything other than the melody my hands are playing for me.