Grins with the lifeblood of their enemies dripping from their teeth. Gnashed between my teeth, glistening in the ridges of my molars before being locked away behind a clenched jaw. I dig the graves as I go. And I rip out your soul without a care. Skeletal and giant. A small piece of my heart stopped the moment yours did. I am haunted. The haunting calls of the sirens. Banished to the ether. The ghosts dance in the darkened shadows. Engulfed by the haunted embrace of darkness. Burned and buried with those I’ve lost. Drifting in the dark spaces between the stars. Haunting those places like ghosts. My body is a haunted temple. The ghosts of things and people I’ve loved and lost roam within me. Before thunder echoes through the empty chambers of my heart. Decay and sorrow cloaking me. A momentary haunted resurrection of all that hides in the darkness. It hides the depths of chaos and ghosts and haunted things. Shadows dance menacingly. Haunted eyes. The darkness lurks. Tear away your skin. Rip your heart out. Eat the hearts of people who hurt you once, spit out the blood, bright red, from between your teeth. Show them your grin as you eat the hearts of your enemies, blood dripping from your teeth. Pick your teeth with the bones of your exes. Take their soul. Steal their heart - maybe you’ll use it to scare off the next one.
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