"Hello... hello! You there?"
That is the last thing I hear before my phone dies.
Putrid intrusive thoughts roam free in my mind.
I just feel like I'm crawling thru the nether, leaving a suicide letter next to my own Severed head.
Why am I not dead! I guess that's the beauty of living in sin.
Although why am I lost in a memory holding my hands..
The faint sound of the wire.
The moths are in the fire now.
YOU ARE READING
The Unholy Tales
Mystery / Thriller"A series of tales that was hidden for a reason" *TW* mentions of death, grief, suicide, and depression..
