Sylar | Gabriel Gray (
gabriel_gray) wrote in
dear_mun2014-09-05 04:56 pm
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Blowing off a layer of dust
Tick tock. Remember me?
I remember a time when this would come easily to you. Shh. Do you hear it now? That ticking sound? It's the sound of me getting back under your skin.
Oh, you've missed this. Don't say you haven't. The freedom of "villainy". Would you call it villainy? I suppose in a perfect world it'd be that black and white--in a world full of sunshine and daisies and perpetual summer where nothing ever rots or dies. Wake up. The world isn't your playpen. There's sharp corners, and loose floorboards. There's rusted nails piercing through the safety foam. Death is at the very core of nature, and yet there's nothing villainous about it. We evolve. We kill. We thrive. I kill. I evolve.
Can't you hear it? The clock is ticking four seconds off the hour. It's slow, and so are you. Now hold still. Let me see how you tick.
I remember a time when this would come easily to you. Shh. Do you hear it now? That ticking sound? It's the sound of me getting back under your skin.
Oh, you've missed this. Don't say you haven't. The freedom of "villainy". Would you call it villainy? I suppose in a perfect world it'd be that black and white--in a world full of sunshine and daisies and perpetual summer where nothing ever rots or dies. Wake up. The world isn't your playpen. There's sharp corners, and loose floorboards. There's rusted nails piercing through the safety foam. Death is at the very core of nature, and yet there's nothing villainous about it. We evolve. We kill. We thrive. I kill. I evolve.
Can't you hear it? The clock is ticking four seconds off the hour. It's slow, and so are you. Now hold still. Let me see how you tick.
