Hook, line and sinker



The bait. The pray. The mice. Debate the method of demise. Debate your high. I'll lie beside you, walk you down and lay the beat beneath your bed. Beneath the dead. Debate the method in your head. The chemical misanthropy saving you from blame.

I'LL STAND BELOW YOU, LIFT YOU UP, INCREASE THE PAIN.

I want to see you, hear your voice regret the choice. Rejoice in watching you collapse, destroy the map abd fall headlong into the gap.

SWALLOW POISON, SWALLOW THE BAIT.
SWALLOW EVERY WORD SAID TO FREE YOU FROM THE BLAME.
I'LL STAND BELOW YOU, LIFE YOU UP, INCREASE THE PAIN.
the hunter dying in his trap.
SWALLOW POISON, SWALLOW THE BAIT. HOOK, LINE ANS SINKER.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 268 AF.