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Cryptick

Trapped in a crypt- that's what it feels like now, sucking, sucked dry, dried, died... Dead. Creep, creep, creeping, creaping, reaping tears encrypted, in crypt... cry, cry, cry.P.tick... Cry.Pt -- crying point, reaching that threshold, that crying point, what's the point? When nobody hears, nobody cares of course, and they only say 'ick' you look at them, and they see you as a tick in a crypt. A creepy crypt tick. Tock. Talk, tick. Maybe somebody will listen this time around.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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