Tragedy unfolds tonight as you sever my skin apart.
Well you are up so high
How can you save me when the dark comes here tonight
To take me up to my front walk, and into the bed
Where it kisses my face, and eats my head
"Sometimes, at night, he couldn't help himself. He would move to his home screen and ring Laurel. Invariably her eyes would narrow when she saw who it was. Then she would hang up.
And Trager would sit in a dark room and recall how once the sound of his voice made her so very, very happy.
Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love."
- Meathouse Man, by George R. R. Martin
Updated by Theodora on 8:08 PM
