the pupil VS Poe.
April 8th, 2022
The mid-night ache would glue a crooked frown on top of his cold closed teeth. One by one, they glazed over like usual, he couldn't pay the matter any mind his mouth mute and just left of the spilt-out moon. They all shrieked behind his deaf ears. He could hear just fine and always could, since birth it was signed and beside it read "a bread crumb was the only piece left."
Needless to mention, he became unglued, they all gasped unknowing of where to hide or what to do. It wasn't because it was reassumed that everyone's answer to such a foul quiz would be battered and crude. It was that a lie is never white contrary - a lie is almost always black. I would know.
So, to recount, they let him collect and to only oblige therein, on that guilty day. He vibrantly compiled the sow, and he would hear a murky voice. He was enlightened when the bass hit the frequency just right to say it's true - Mostly a lie is something you'll never see. Midnight black it waves as it wishes it was more than it will ever be. Humiliating down to the very core, but I shall admit that its teller is far away from their time in being displayed on a golden plaque.
Its weak in nature to be so out of tricks that you must pull immaculate light out of the underbelly of the sinful dark.
Yours,
Poe VS Ross