Wishing Well ||Wooyu||

Wishing Well

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You're the crick in my neck

You're the pillow to fix it

You're the bent discs in my back

You're a soothing ice pack

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Did it hurt when you fell down my wishin' well?

Did you find medicine? Did your heartstrings swell?

Do you see me in your dreams?

Convince yourself that this is happening

Or did you forget everything?

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You are the flowers on my grave

You are the stone that keeps 'em in place

You are the dirt that keeps me snug

You're the worms that eat me up

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And who you savin' when the dogs come for your life?

And who you kiddin' when you say I'm worth your time?

-Wishing Well, Cavetown

A warm breeze hit Wooseok's face as he rushed through the lifeless woods in silent steps. Summer air was always pleasant, even at the darkest of hours. At this time of night, the only life possibly lurking around these places would be the fictive demons and werewolves that only the elders would talk about to prevent people from ever trespassing said territory. But the grave robber was safe. His black, heavy attire hid quite well how armed he actually was.

His footsteps, quick and noiseless, leaped around the leaves and twigs like a dancer. His frame was nothing but a faceless shadow, as thin as the fog of the early morning.

In the distance, wolves were crying.

At his feet, cicadas serenaded the lonely and the frightened.

The forest was grim, almost baring its wooden sharp teeth at the desolated thief, whispering through the gusts of warm wind: Get out. Get out.

Nevertheless, he soldiered on.

It takes more than creepy scenery and a couple of puffs of strangled fog to scare Jung Wooseok away.

He had a mission.

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Hey dudes, it's me again, coming at you with some more bullshit.

Let's see how this one goes, let's see where imagination takes me.

Take care, guys!