Mark Derricutt
2005-09-15 11:04:49 UTC
...as a finger smoothly rubs the surface of a small puzzell box, the
room fills with a brilliant white light, the walls start to moan moist
crimson tears, a tall shadowed figure stands with a grin on his face...
I look up, pull a pin from his head and let it drop to the floor....
*ping*
Any one here to hear it? Joe? Drax? imacolata?
room fills with a brilliant white light, the walls start to moan moist
crimson tears, a tall shadowed figure stands with a grin on his face...
I look up, pull a pin from his head and let it drop to the floor....
*ping*
Any one here to hear it? Joe? Drax? imacolata?
--
There is a bleak hope that someday, someone, they will come,
Come to me and fill the void, that place in my heart
that lies empty - (c) Mark Derricutt
There is a bleak hope that someday, someone, they will come,
Come to me and fill the void, that place in my heart
that lies empty - (c) Mark Derricutt