Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Nordvargr - Pyrrhula

She'll be laying there, with his groaning voice in her mind, reliving the moment she made the mistake of leaving her drink unattended whilst she went to the bathroom to take a shit, she remembers nothing after that, just waking up amongst some livestock in a field, her shirt ripped open and chunks of bloody-bread hanging out of her kunt, the scent of his rot up her nose, and the soundscapes of Pyrrhula in her ears, that stupid fukking kunt.

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