Words,
Upon words.
Frantic typing,
Or tapping with thumbs.
Endless procrastination:
Converted towards new hunts.
Smell of blood upon the air,
From buried corpses I intend to surpass.
Cackling madly under the full moon,
When it’s done.
I am endless.
Don’t you ever fucking forget that.
Me,
Neither.
Me, Neither.
