MURKOFF’S FINGERS CLUTCH & CLAW at ankles’ flesh , binding to hell’s rotting floor & drawing blood / DRAGGING THE EVANGELICAL MAN DOWN , DOWN , DOWN ! they writhe in a spider’s web , thread coiled around their necks spun by the rapacious & the savage ━━ the trade is two more lives amongst hundreds of others in exchange for secrecy . let them wrestle with curtains upon curtains of pitch black , crawl towards the light only to go tumbling through a hole in the floor ; fleeting illusion of freedom pried away again & again as prey is led further [ their guide a mere camera & spatters of red across bleeding walls ] into their losing battle .
perhaps they’re the next experiment.
CASE FILE : MILES UPSHUR & ELIZABETH KEEN
SUBJECT : DESCENT INTO MADNESS
perhaps they’re the next experiment.
hours , days , hadean’s eternity ━━ how long have they endured the blazing furnace / THIS TRAGIC CHORUS OF WEEPING & GNASHING TEETH ? often does he join in their song , a cry torn from lungs used to the point of raw [ battered & bruised ] no more immune to aylum’s horrors than aching feet or suffering soul . SHE , adrenaline , & pursuit of justice act as sole motivators : the graveyard they tread through stands in memory of those hundreds . the world will know their stories . ❝ WELL , MY TIME’S NOT UP YET . IS YOURS ? ❞
OH GOD OH SHIT OH FUCK / @sineir
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