Echoes Of Life

None

I'm pretty sure it's like that when I send screens/talk about story/lore to my friends xd

How my Limbus posts probably sound to my non-Project Moon fan mutuals

Bleebus Blorbus the Flesh-Rending Giraffe is a metaphor for childhood neglect and toxic relationships, which is very fitting how its E.G.O. Skin-Eater went to Tom Sawyer. Skin-Eater Tom Sawyer synergizes really well with Ten-o-Clock Flash Mob Office Fixer Tom Identity for Bleed and Rupture damage and may also give her ties to The Hat Man in her upcoming Canto.

Water Torture

drip Her symptoms accumulate drip into a small puddle of worry drip that trembles with every drip that hits drip Light shatters on the bro- drip ken surface drip Darkness growing below it drip I don't cry drip That's a lie drip My tears only drip down to deepen the pool drip

drip Every day the drip of rain drip Nobody knows drip the pain she's in drip She swims drip light headed drip hardly sleeping drip hasn't eaten in days drip Blood count goes up drip and down drip A scan of an enlarged drip spleen drip She's finding it hard drip to breathe drip

drip The doctor is dissmisive drip The doctor is rude drip The doctor is drip unavailable drip We're googling symptoms drip we hope we're wrong drip The water is rising drip I hope she's strong drip She waits drip and I hope drip I hope drip I hope drip

drip She vomits drip she bleeds drip she cries drip and it's just another drip in the end- drip less freezing drip expanse of drip sea

If You Give A Chicken Acid...

He’ll probably ask for a Xanax

a couple hours later

and tell you about a bad trip he had in ‘97

and you’ll nod along but you barely speak a bit of poultry.

If you give a chicken acid

he might want some nitrous

so you’ll have to find a balloon. 

He might forget where he is and won’t go home for breakfast.

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll go up to all your friends

and ask for their phone numbers and home address.

And he’ll most definitely stay out too long on the dance floor. 

If you give a chicken acid

he might tell you the truth about crossing the road

but then lie 

about where you can find the bathrooms. 

If you give a chicken acid

he’ll consider staying up with you to watch the sunrise

and maybe 

he’ll give you a line or two. 

If you give a chicken acid

you could wake up with a bad headache

and feathers in your hair

and not be able to drive home until the afternoon. 

I float above the debris

Freshly risen from the grave

Where moths gently flutter

And the worms quietly dance

At the rhythm of blue crotchets

Hanging from red green wing tips

Resting beyond the horizon

Where your brokenness waits

Behind a shattered mirror

always shut doors and open windows, why the chill breeze  on my back - i can’t bear all this fresh opportunity streaming blue, screaming who are you to refuse a calling? consider this a push into further than can be seen, for cold feet and hot hands  busy with potential, view so wide it can’t be contained by panes split straight and squared, lines drawn and crossed, your leaving a threshold like a question still standing and abandoned, another empty frame

Melkor in Aman is the funniest period of the history of Arda, period. I need fanworks about it NOW

Wonderful

“Wonderful” is how I’d like to respond

When someone asks about my day

But lately I've found there's nothing around

That appeals to my sense of play

I need something new to believe in

And I suppose it must be myself

There's nothing else to be done

And little more to say

But I've got to get out of the hole somehow

And I'm doing it starting today

Its alluring, alarming voice. Almost giving you no choice. Its breathtaking complexion. Adding you to its collection. Its taunting beauty and song. Which both bring you along. These factors, ending your fate. For they are purely used as bait. Beware of such creatures, sirens. They have hard intentions, like irons.

Nostalgic Embrace.

I live in nostalgic comfort while I exist in your embrace.

I am ten years old.

It’s past my bedtime time.

I fell asleep on the couch watching my favorite movie.

In my father’s arms I’m carried up the stairs.

Sinking to sleep in the gentle sway.

My body relaxing once I feel my mattress.

The peace and comfort.

The feelings identical,

As if one was a prelude to the other.