InsaneJournal

The lights in the city are more or less blinking, which side of the story decides what you're thinking. We'll amount in cold faces?? We're squinting, we're hurrying. We'll take inventory. We're digging, we're burrying. Do you remeber when the line was blown? Do you remember when it fell? Do you remember when you went to her house, remember ringing the bell? Look alive, see these bones. What you are now, we were once. Just like we are, you'll be dust. Just like we are, permanent.