Boys on my left side. Boys on my right side. Boys in the middle… And you’re not here.
He leaves me to my own devices. Twisted hunks of metal with laser beams for eyes, and jagged gears for hearts. Horrible machines with a craving for human flesh, grinding like teeth, day and night. Throbbing like temples, the morning after.
Beating, always beating.
Beating like the wings of some wicked, radio born monster that screeches through the static, and makes your eardrums pop.
Running, always running.
Running like a sadistic dishwasher machine, that kicks in right as you’re about to fall asleep, just to fuck with you.
Wanting, always wanting.
Wanting to wait for destroy you, or someone like you.
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