faithlessfate

It all felt so surreal, like a bloody version of a dream about unicorns, dressed in rubber spikes and leather with latex trim. The beat pounded through the room, bodies ...

Fighting for the time Makin' up your mind changin' your direction it's so hard to keep in line From my point of view it's so hard to be untrue can't ...

I agree on punctuation, I'm bad at it, as in, remembering to use it :p I like your title suggestion though...

Shards of glass pieces of a mirror reflecting my other life one forgotten, one left behind soon to be another hole in the lump of death in my head words ...

Lonely bones of old maids rumble into empty graves, I can see people's thoughts on "rumble =/= tumble" but... I think it should be "rumble in THEIR empty graves." Clattering ...