Bastardized Fillings

An invitation on the nerves, spread out like butter on a burnt piece of bread. It was slick, it hadn’t been a choice in the competition. The influence fell hard, the intrigue was more noticeable than before hand. A blood oath is what is paid in full, it features within the incapable triumph. It is hat’s off to the fellow’s that cannot blend into the woodwork. Searing across my back, the fire was far too intent to keep away from you now. Eye’s light up kindling the room, the fires rage within the mirror. These fattening swabs couldn’t satisfy you, it wasn’t enough to bleed for in this moment of trial. It rips apart your bare bones, filling the bastardized component from daylight.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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