<font color=#9900CC size=2 face=verdana>welcome wagon</font> -- Lake of Echoes

the world continues to spin even as we fall

round and round we go

welcome to the place. all alone in the little room, are we? we don�t hurt those we like. at least I don�t. and since I seem to like you, I won�t hurt you. hows that deal sound. doll face.
nymph ingresses from the darkened corner of the dominion. shadows groan and scream for her to listen, to let them hold their grip on her pelt, their gluttonous fingers keeping a hold on her carcass until she pulls away. nares flare calmly, the recent scent memorized and remembered. outlets watch the shrew as strides continue to move her forward, malicious smirk floating on her severe features, upper labia drawn taut across her upper dentals. acoustics remain immobile, sounds bypassing them, some taking the time to enter, take a trip to allow her to interpret the messages. muscles above outlets twitch, pulling epidermis taut against the facial bones on her skeleton. low gurgles, muttering, and moans escape her fathomless frame, the sound echoing off nothing. collision is diverted as momentum ends. haunches pile up under form as nails scramble serenely to find a grasp on the footing. juncture extends over her shoulders, crania elevated above her normal standing. a sign of dominance. over her. crania then lowers in respect. snort expels from papyrus thin nostrils, filling her atmosphere with carbon, a poison waiting to find a grip on her neck.

the voices talk about you at night. they say you have problems. they sing to me. I join in on the second round.

the article says I am me

caged

sewn to only ghost

program shows nothing

adored by twins

past shows no parentage

record is blank

warming up to doll face and curse

^{paint me black}

_{allow me to blow out ten candles}

^{call me by my own name}

_{no one cares}