We love moldy blue cheese with its tombstones like tiny spiers
Hey!
Look at the bright red berries being stepped on and flying everywhere.
We are the dried maggot shells before butterflies, and maybe the sooner the robin dies, the better.
Occasionally a shroud of decay, layer upon layer wrapped in the dew of withered roses.
We hope that our dreams will be full of mold, dirty yellow oil stains mixed with white fly eggs, black beetles crawling all over our faces, and sharp bee stings burrowing into our ear canals.
All the twisted shadows smile in our eyes. We like to see pale faces and mouths that scream like black holes but are silent. Their feet swinging in the air are the greatest songs.
Praise us, we are the most wonderful musicians!
They sewed our ears shut and thought we couldn't hear music?
Ha
We were hysterical!
We are extremely sensible!
They laugh at us as crazy!
Madman?
Madman!
Then we become a lunatic living in their gutter and fear!
Ps: 1. The protagonist is sick, yes, mentally ill. The kind that kills people, don't pray to the Holy Mother.
2. The protagonist believes in religion, but the author does not. Please point out the loopholes and try to correct them.
3. Third-person narrative, the main perspective is on the protagonist, and occasionally jumps to the supporting character. But the purpose is to highlight the protagonist's character.
4. Please don't feel like you are a substitute when reading the article. We are all legal and good citizens.
5. The author has a soft heart and does not like to retract articles by mistake. Click to return to the next article. Accept suggestions but do not want to complain, especially unreasonable complaints. Please do not give the author a chance to be cheated. Thank you all.
Motto: Facing fate, you can't resist it after all