Do not
scream. Do not
listen to the voices
outside your head head head head.
Do not scream.
Do not preach silence
in the land of the dead. Do not
scream. Do not hold hands
while crossing the railroad tracks. Do
not scream. Do not stand
in front of the closing
doors, please. Do not scream. Do not
jump over the rail rail rail railroad
tracks and do not, do not
scream. Do not track
msztmuszztmudmudmudszztblsztblood
into the land of the dead. Do
not
scream. Do not stand facing
the train.
Do not scream.
Do not scream.
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Do not
scream. Do not
listen to the voices
outside your he szt head head head.
Do not scream. Do not track
blsztblooszztbloodszztmudmudmudmud
into the land of the dead.
Do not
scream. Do not harbor hate
for loss. Do szzt notnot not scream.
Do not leave flowers
for the lost. Do not scream.
Do not watch the strange fruit
sway in strange wind. Do notnotnotnot
scream. Do not battle demons
of present men. Do not not not
not not
not
not
do not
do not
donotdonotdonotdontdontszttdontdontszztdo do do
do
scream.
Scream.
SCREAM.
About the Creator
Corvus
Corvus is a kaleidoscope of Gothic word-craft, stuck somewhere within the hurricanes of prose and poetry and wrung out on each page. Find more fragments of the love letter on their website, corvuslove.
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Comments (1)
This was so creepy and I especially loved how you added the glitchy vibes!