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ReptileSkin
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There it was again, that stinging feeling in his back, the knife sinking in at a hundred different places all at once. It was overbearing, over-strained, drawn out too long. The sky churned above him, the buildings turning into black masses as his vision faded. The sweet tang of blood filled his mouth as a face hung over the side. The sky was a perfect blue. It was a beautiful day, and an even more beautiful day to die.
In half of a moment, Devon shot up out of bed, the sting still throbbing like a dull ache in his back. A feeling of sublime had taken him the last second of the dream, of utter peace in death. Devon had no intention of dying anytime soon though. It was just a dream. The shapes blurred, the colors faded, but the feeling remained. It was unshakable, but he prepared for another day of his life anyways.
(thanks all, just saying hello after all)
In half of a moment, Devon shot up out of bed, the sting still throbbing like a dull ache in his back. A feeling of sublime had taken him the last second of the dream, of utter peace in death. Devon had no intention of dying anytime soon though. It was just a dream. The shapes blurred, the colors faded, but the feeling remained. It was unshakable, but he prepared for another day of his life anyways.
(thanks all, just saying hello after all)