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Theodore Nott ([info]nottfinished) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-02-15 21:50:00

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Entry tags:journal: theodore

TRIGGER WARNINGS for blood, insanity, mentions of abuse under the cut

these people with their smiles are lies. hand over coin, coins to go over the eyes of their souls, dead on the inside, who isn't, who isn't dead? on the inside. there's glass in their eyes then, yes, there is glass in their eyes then and who has the coins now? no one's going to pay your way on the ferry. no one's going to pull you out of the fire, no one's going to stop the way that pain lights up all your nerves under your skin and makes you Danse Macabre on the floor, then you wish for coins, then you wish for glass because the thing that hurts the most is the - no, it hurts the most, but the eyes watching you pin you there. as you reach out, to nothing

spiders run they run through my skull little feet skittering over my mind like fever like a fire burning through leaving ash ash ash behind it, never again nott here but it's not true, it's not, or why why why I feel it, feel them, claw-tugging tugging tugging and turning and always so cold oh so cold in the mornings without-


why over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over but never never again except it burns inside, under my skin, an itch that won't come out, a burn that won't pull out, a touch that won't cut out, not anywhere he says and how does that make you feel hOw dOEs thAt mAkE yOU fEEl HoW DoeS THaT MaKe You FeeL, feel feel, fingers, fingers over your, shhh shh shh, over your mouth to shhhhhhhh. He's here. In the darkness. Here in the dark. Here dark - what, what ======*something is heavily scribbled out here*======-ASE NO NO NO. but shhhh, again, precious boy. Shh.

nott seen not heard
not heard

can not say no good boys can nott, seen not heard



I'm a good boy I don't talk about things I don't talk about those things I'm a good boy, I'm good good be good be muzzled, be a good dog be a good dog and pray pray that you had none, punish you for the sins of your parents, pray to be an orphan
even cattle get slaughtered,
cattle get slaughtered

and sometimes a dog doesn't want a master,
sometimes a dog would rather be put down
sometimes a dog would rather chew it's own
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