ToMmy_UnKnOwN PLAYS DRUMS IN THE VACANT
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THE SMOKE HAD CLEARED...THE SMELL OF BLOOD AND SWEAT AND...SEX CLUNG TO THE AIR IN MUCH THE SAME MANNER AS THE NOW STIFFENING ENTRAILS AND BITS OF BONE (AND OF COURSE THE SPATTERS OF BLOOD) THAT NOW LINED THE WHITE WALLS... HE GLARED INTO THE EYES OF HER SEVERED HEAD...THE BEAUTIFUL ORBS THAT HELD LIFE WITH SUCH FIRE, SUCH LOVE...SUCH CAGED ANIMAL HATRED...AND THEN IN AN INSTANT THEY WENT COLD AND DULL.......AND THEN...DEAD...SO VACANT...SO VACANT...SO VACANT...SO VACANT...(she was so pretty)AND THE VACANT SAW IT ALL...SAW EVERY MANGLED SECOND OF THE EPISODE...THE EMOTIONS AND THE LUST, FULL OF PAIN WERE RECORDED INTO THE VERY WALLS AND INTO THE SOUL OF THE HOUSE...THE WORLD SPUN ON ITS AXIS...UNABASHED AND VERY UNAFFECTED BY INSTINCT...THE BLOOD WAS ON HIS HANDS. HIS AND HIS ALONE.
