Sardonic
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Sardonic
I: A Hidden, Withering Soul
These walls are caving in!
Your walls are caving in, again!
She bit her lip as the bass dropped, carelessly drumming her feet into the cemented wall.
I should’ve left when I had the chance,
Should’ve run away, without a second glance.
The guitar came into play, right on queue, and she found a smirk playing at her lips. They never failed to make an entrance, shredding through the chords- easy as breathing.
Why the fuck do I have to be so much stronger than you?
Why the fuck can’t I just kill you?
Her tongue darted across her lips, wetting them before she opened up and sang in tune, “It would be so much fun, come on, just give me a chance! I could burn the body, give me some credit, I wouldn’t leave a trace, baby.”
She reached beside her head, feeling around the carpeted floor for the newest pack. Her fingers enclosed around the box and she flipped the lid, pulling out a stick and grasping it between her teeth.
LET ME WALK OUT THAT DOOR!
I can’t take this anymore!
Who the hell are you to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do?
What the fuck’s gotten into you?
I don’t even know you anymore
Do you fucking know you?
She watched the flame kiss the cigarette before dropping the lighter and taking a drag. She blew the smoke in patterns, watching the smoke dance through the polluted air. And of course, it wouldn’t be enough. She matched pace with the track, voice merging with the lead singers. “Look in the mirror, tell me, who the hell is that? That beast inside you, it killed you, it blinded you!” Ignoring her own thoughts, she went with her instinct, carrying on despite the urge to cry. She didn’t cry. Not anymore. Her voice dropped into a growl, “Well,” And straight up to match the singer’s octave, “I’m gonna put it down, I’m gonna kill it just to watch you come tumbling out!”
Maybe you’ll explode and your blood’ll taint my skin.
She blinked, unfazed as she took another drag. Somewhere on this floor was her fucking beer. Searching for it was another matter. She didn’t move when she was in one of these moods. It just wasn’t worth it. Her own mother could die, and she would just lay here, feet pounding into these thin walls, head pressed into the shaggy carpeting. No, no, she would die here, if she could.
Honestly, I’m one more threat
From abandoning my religion and tainting my soul black.
I wanna hear you scream,
I wanna hear you plead,
I wanna see your eyes, looking so damn terrified,
I wanna hear you scream,
I wanna break the disease.
God, I hate you.
And I hate the fact you still breathe.
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Sardonic (Discontinued)
FantasyJace Morgan is a talented young musician who refuses to share it with the world out of fear. She claims to have lost the last functioning piece of her withering soul years ago. It's her deepest, darkest secret- the secret of being completely empty w...
