Sweet dreams are made of screams

I won't treat you like a God

Ginger's P.O.V:

Every thing was different now. It was like our teeth had been rotting without us noticing, our gums had melted and the food we ingested were bugs squirming around in our squishy bellies, wanting escape. We would then throw up the wings and eyes of the dead creatures and they would tell us our fate.

I could sense the end was near. They say keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer and the band is every thing I know. Despite me being ignored and abused I know what goes on. I see everything from the corners and from the windows when no one knows I'm looking. Stupid Kenneth they must think. But I know their secrets better than they know them themselves

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Zim Zums P.O.V:

I was sat on the floor, cross legged and naked. My red finger nails strum on the hard, tiled floor. The relentless clicking of bone on the cold surface echoed around the dim room. My head was numb in deep thought. I wasn't thinking about anything in particular, more like every thing at once. I could feel my eyelids twitch as grim memories and future thoughts fell onto my mind. In that moment I wasn't a warm, fleshy body, I was a frozen corpse slaved to process thoughts that could kill a screaming baby.

Brian Warner was dead, Jeordie White was dead. The rest of us stayed the same apart from our corrupted minds. Twiggy was skittish and extremely timid and submissive. Marilyn was a fearless monster, treated like a God from the diehard fans that wanted to be fucked and slaughtered by him because their own lives were ruined too. My two loveable friends were once sweet and caring, over dramatic creeps, but those friends are long forgotten.

Existence is a vicious circle that will come back to bite you no matter what you do to try and prevent it. Christians believe that life is a blessing and they Will be saved by an all mighty being. We believe that we will either be killed or kill ourselves. We don't mind the idea of death because this life continues without us. We are not important here, we serve no purpose. Are we living or are we just existing?