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Vacant Stares, Broken Souls ~
posted 4 years ago π€ KING OF THE DAMNEDπ€ | Support me with Shinies!
Thrasher lay, his heart heavier than what the flesh could hold up any longer. Feeling this pain, the weight of the world on his shoulders as the things that he once loved held no more meaning.
Giving up seemed better, nothing made sense, head buzzing with the voices of lonely, broken thoughts that tortured the lion.
The usual aggressive energy, the rebellious fighter had fallen. Something had to break and it seems this time...it was his turn.
Drowning, wallowing in such disregard for their own safety, he knew the night would be cold...so in hopes he could fade away over the evening - he stayed put.
What was the point of existing when everything was so dark.
Every last violent memory, every ache from battle, every twisted thought of the past haunted Thrasher.
Nothing could console him now.
No one would love a monster, no one can heal the broken spirit of the lost.
Dormant, his eyes focused at the skyline of his homeland...the one he failed to exist in...with those he loved...his friends, family and mate.
Thrasher (C)
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Giving up seemed better, nothing made sense, head buzzing with the voices of lonely, broken thoughts that tortured the lion.
The usual aggressive energy, the rebellious fighter had fallen. Something had to break and it seems this time...it was his turn.
Drowning, wallowing in such disregard for their own safety, he knew the night would be cold...so in hopes he could fade away over the evening - he stayed put.
What was the point of existing when everything was so dark.
Every last violent memory, every ache from battle, every twisted thought of the past haunted Thrasher.
Nothing could console him now.
No one would love a monster, no one can heal the broken spirit of the lost.
Dormant, his eyes focused at the skyline of his homeland...the one he failed to exist in...with those he loved...his friends, family and mate.
Thrasher (C)

Art (C)
π€π₯I WAS BORN TO BE ANYTHING I WANTED TO BE
RAISED TO BE FUCKING MEAN
I'M A MASTERPIECE
BLASPHEMY MEET AGAIN IN A WORLD SO VICIOUS
CHILDREN CRYING, MOTHERS SCREAM, FATHERS DRINK
ALL YOU BASTARDS SCREAM!!!π₯π€
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