Sacrifice to the Lonely
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This red sickness is pumping through the veins in my eyes. Raw and bulging; pulling at my demons. Vile words filled with venom thrown down dark corridors. The unsuspecting wrapped in the tendon covered cobblestone. It's not insanity but I feel it could be. These crimson colored rooms would be easier explained. Explain away the once-white walls now streaked with blood of the young and innocent. A sacrifice to the lonely. The ever ravenous lonesome hill dweller. A churning void of denial is no place for children. Weep for those who cannot see their own footprints. No. Throw them to the joyful sirens of the sea.