¶ We All Die Alone ¶

-Why?-

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Why, do I feel as though I am not heard?

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I've woken up in a place called 'The Unknown', this place was born in the innermost part of my brain; Created specifically for masking;

Bruises painted upon my body, brushes dipped in a crimson liquid;

Wrists bound together by a thick rope made up of twine and an unfamiliar thickened paste;

Ankles held by lean muscular hands that are calloused between each finger;

I had become blind, for the fabric that was covering them was darken and heavily threaded;

Clumps of raven locks (shoulder length) tied back with strands hanging here and there;

If anyone dares to make contact with my dry and brittle skin I will break into thousands of pieces, just like fine china shattered laying upon the floor;

Tattered clothing loosely hanging onto my body threatens to fall every slight movement;

-Why?

Yorikaze-Kochiko | #13