Will you hold me when the trigger is pulled?
And when is it, that living becomes a hobby more than a given fact? How long must we drag our paws? I confide in you my pain because I understand that it will far outlive you, even so I may only express as much as this face may lend to my throat. I may live extant to your story, a voice among the wind, but I scream into your narrative that we stand upon the same ground. Relinquishing this time to you, your ears, bear me no pity, no second thought; slay my echoed memory the moment my name leaves your tongue.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Scenery
Species Rat
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