| This is where the story ends, after years of building up the speed. The sweet have lost and the vile remain on a land so far and deep. Put your foot in the water to see if its safe. Writhe underneath the constant heat. Whip half your soul into shape and leave the rest to the monster's destiny. At the time when all have ceased to desire, nothing remains but the putrid memories of days we can not regain. |
Victoria M Whitby
6/16/04