He pulled skin and muscle aside, his fingers finding the bone beneath as they tore their way through flesh. Working his fingers between the tight spaces, tendons and cartilage popped and snapped as it released from the ribs, which in turn creaked and groaned before finally breaking. He could feel the bone bend and fracture,... Continue Reading →


I'm holding on to nothing even though there's nothing to hold I step into the emptiness of a world I don't know Shattered belief and collapsing faith aren't enough for me to hold and I'm holding on to nothing But this nothing this nothing won't let me go

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