Blindness. And silence. But for your own beating heart.
The only sound you’ll ever hear, tearing your sanity apart.
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Blindness. And silence. But for your own beating heart.
The only sound you’ll ever hear, tearing your sanity apart.
It’s time to cut the cake.
And so the children scream.
In lieu of the silent cake.
Scream, scream. Off with his head!
A/N: We have some weird traditions here in Denmark…
A/N: A literary reference.
Hint: Think 18th century Gothic.
A ventriloquist’s antics.
Causes him to break.
Insanity bringing death.