A manic cackle in the dark
Shattering the stillness of the night
Flames flickering and licking at wall
She just stands a ways back
Watching it burn
Another manic cackle escapes her lips
Wringing her hands
As she watches the flames
Praying to her god
That he burns in hell
And her fragile shell begins to crack
Sanity escaping her grasp
She reaches up and pulls clumps of hair from her head
Nails digging into her scalp
Blood seeping from the scratches and gouges
Her eyes black and dead
She kicks the chair out from under her
Swinging in the breeze
Twitching and jumping
Her neck snaps
Eyes bulging
Breath rasping
She slips away
Kissing death on her way

Whoa, but stil good.

What Txs said.

yeah-fer real

heavy but good

Very Heavy,,, Really Good

holy cow.. that really whoa.. at a loss for words