#d-words

         if   there's   one   thing   nairobi   got   right,      it's   her   way   of   getting   one   simple-minded   jude   lars   to   do   something   so   characteristically      ...      well,      jude   lars.      someone   so   easily   bought   into   various   mischief      +      misdemeanors   even   by   the   subtle,      perhaps   even   feigned,      gloat   of   his   ego.      helps   that   he   at   least   knows   that   she   wouldn't   actually   want   to   see   him   dead      (      or   atleast,      he   hope   so.      ).      what's   a   little   trip   inside   a   haunted   house   to   round   up   some   friday   night   festivities      ?      hell,      might   even   make   a   whole   game   out   of   it.         "         but      why      aren't      you      coming      with      ?         "         his   eyes   dart   back      &&      forth   between   @painrot​      +      the   house.         "         scared      ?         "

We all have to face demons. We all have to look them in the face, green or red, flaming eyes that pierce through your ribs and collapse your lungs. As much as our bodies cringe at the sight of the damn things, crippled with missing limbs and mouths bigger than eyes to scream hate into your ears, we can't fight them with wishes. We have to make swords out of broken ribs and bullets from blood. If they take over our bodies then we'll end up 10-feet beneath the ground and it'll be our own faults. If we can't manage to pick up a jagged clavicle from our rusted shoulders then we are just itching the dirt beneath our feet, digging our own graves. Even though the demons are recklessly cruel in ripping through the flesh across our chests like possessed hyenas in search of an empty heart to fill, we must fight. There must be something out there, and as hard as it is to stare into the face of my blazing demons I am much more afraid of giving up.