Fragment: Spiralling Madness

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Spiralling Madness, Fragment.
(Drucilla POV)


No colour lives in grainlike shades as gravity a foe becomes and 
rapes my will to stand. A cry of echoes; Perchance a melody of 
madness.

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For what is a life if not self-justification? No rays of light pour 
forth from holes in the sky to light my way. Ancients would have 
sought a baby child to worship, poor dears. Maybe the police will 
find the child I left for them in the gutter by the highway. 
Questions without answers scream from within an unformed dream. 
Reality, a hypnotic venom, saws at my mind. I wish it wouldn't; it 
upsets the pixies so. 
I see grim hell at hand which becomes a flag soaked in blood, 
draped in the Slayer. Poor little puppy; sacrificial lamb that trots 
the path of spiritual slaughter and bleats her self-importance into 
the void that is death. 

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