We painted our faces to mask the blacks and blues of sins and deceit; our tongues are swollen with lies - spitting them into the dirt where our hearts lied with the dogs; hands calloused in half moons, raining blood from the times we were silenced. Who said there was a subconscious?
We are empty vessels - There is no “I” or “me” but simply, “what do you desire?“ See how our teeth gleamed all seven deadly sins, as we sank our fangs into the deserted lips of one another; hollowness never tasted so fulfilling -
We are mindless beings, lusting to purge our desires in the hellfire of one another; a sinful dance in our endless masquerade - Perhaps it was this mortality the gods so craved,
“ WOW Talk about MURDER..! Remind me never to piss Rain off next time I see her! She is a feisty one!” He couldn’t even believe his eyes as to what he witness. “Can’t believe Pan is eager to win she already knocked THREE!” yikes!
“ SHE HAD A LUCKY SHOT-! I can’t believe I am already out of this stupid game!”