Setting darkness
By Irishclam
The doll running twards the door cracks apart, falls into pieces. Psycopathic deamons burst into flames, while the lights are let out of lives. Confusion runs through the minds of children, they're always being let down, ......and beaten. The darkness sets in as the blood dries to the floor.i was in a weird poetic mood this mornin' Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 01:06 PM PST 10 • 0
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"The doll running twards the door..."