While the Artist and the Thespian fight, the Artist screams out hoping Annabel with hear him "My angel lie to me and tell me I'm dreaming. Please wake me up, please wake me. A girl like you will always be such a tragic part of me. Oh ecstasy, you torture me.
Sweet revenge... he will pay my dear, he will pay. Empty eyes accuse a face so evil, I'm coming undone. The mirror says it all, a crimson story of innocence lost. Empty eyes accuse a face so evil, I'm coming undone. What have I done to you?
So terribly memory returns of your struggle, of your screams, of you. Oh Lord, forgive me! My stomach heaves as I see the blood that covers me. Blood that was once yours. I'm a monster!
...Such an awful memory... Will I ever be able to sleep again?"
As the Artist collapse to the floor, he hears Annabel voice. He can't understand what she is saying but it gets louder and louder. Annabel whispers in his ear "The mirror never lies. They know, everybody knows. Do you not see what they see? The mirror never lies. Baby, I see what they see. Everybody knows, everybody knows..."
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The Emptiness
HorrorI am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utte...
