A Mess Without A Name (part 2 of Insecurity And Insomnia)
I’ve lived this life since that night: a murderer, a criminal, an insane mess. I’d say my name if it hadn’t been taken. Every second, my sanity is slipping away, leaving behind the wretch of bloodstains and scars that now remains. All I ever hear are the screams: the last noise that someone makes. That’s […]