blurryface | poofless

thirty.

anxiety filled rob's mind as the door to preston's apartment creaked open.

the door? unlocked.

the apartment? in shambles.

preston? no where to be found.

rob tried to steady his breathing, he was scared. scared to see what had happened to his friend, the man he loved. 

tears pricked his eyes and he walked into the bedroom the two shared. it was worse. blood splattered the carpet, clothing was strung everywhere and the master bathrooms door was off the hinges.

the phone vibrated in his pocket.

rob, checking the message, began to tremble.

preston: 8:37 P.M.

i wanna strip myself of breath

a breathless piece of death

preston: 8:38 P.M.

then i felt chills in my bones

the breath i saw was not my own

i knew my skin that wrapped my frame

wasn't made to play this game

and then i saw Him, torch in hand

he laid it out, what he had planned

and then i said, i'll take the grave

please, just send them all my way

rob: 8:38 P.M.

preston, where are you?

preston: 8:40 P.M.

gone.