Remain Anonymous

Shut, sewn silver, replication of the single thread combing over and over multiplying, creating the greatest numbers up to of infinity. Sobbing over the pain, throbbing to the beat of my heart, puffed three times the normal size, creeping over, the autosomes growing atop, covering the silver gleaming shine of pestilence.

Without the record of any incident, the existence of the action is unevident, confining the conclusion to a measly NO, but with all the eyes of witnesses fixated on the unruly event, it has only happened in the most created imaginations, stopping everything to a full front regression of time jerking everthing back to a pause.

Paint bleeding to a rough stubble of a rocky sprinkle, like a rose thorn from the over use of the thick liquid and the over bearing pungent smell of a dead body. The echo of silence is not an option like the discovering the truth to the unkinwing reason for the number in which no one knows.

Burning the cigarette to an ashful look, putting out the fire from the cylindrical roll expressed with a hissing agony fighting to keep going. Staining with the color of everything mixed into one without the blend, gettting you blind-sided abruptly interfering with the occupying circumstance of the touch of another.

Binding them all together the price of red blood orbs are not worth to be paid for gathering the remains of the defeated vampric creatures along with the mixture of disfigured aleins and the diseased infected ceberus. Your quest comes to an end.