A Drunken Pastels Original Story.

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Tonight.....

Tonight I've had this crazy idea....

I stared off into the twinkling stars outside on my rooftop of my dwelling

Ive decided that tonight's the night...

Tonights the night, i become with the stars,My Paradise.

But how could I arrive to my resort?

Pop a bottle of my dad's painkillers?

Tie up the loose ends of the extra rope in my shed?

So many options, it overwhelms me with excitment with my variety of ways...

..... I've got it..... Lets play a game of One-Man Russian Roulette.

The voices are back.... I don't mind them anymore considering I'm splattering them all over the wall.

I've taken this beautiful girl named Death's hand in a dance.

She sways her hips like how i dragged blades across my own skin....

Her footworks like shes been running from demons....

I can't keep up with her for my anchors are still holding me down to the seas of my own sins.

I start sinking under my Lake of Lies and start drowning again

She grabs the gun and slides it under my hand and then soars out my window

"Join me".... she whispers...."Come to your paradise is waiting for you, I'll set you free from your sins. Follow my lead, Beyond the Stars...."

"Beyond the Stars......"

Gun to my head, the voices are shouting, begging, pleading to pull the trigger....

One quick squeeze.....

And he was free.....

3:34 AM, September 22nd.....

With a thud, his lifeless body falls to the ground....

A devilish grin spreads across Death's face.....

The Boy who danced with Death.... Is finally free....

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