Faceless
1 June, 2005
Author: Mike
He wears a cape,
draped casually across his
broad shoulders. His once
white shirt now stained
with blood.
His hood covers his
face. His arms hang
loosely by his sides.
He wears nothing but
black.
Slowly, his hands begin
to rise. They reach
the hood, slowly pulling
it back to reveal
what lay underneath..
Skin, almost as white
as his shirt, it
too stained with blood.
As the hand pulls
lower, more of his
face is revealed. He
has no eyes. No
mouth. No nose.
He is faceless.
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| Yanny (82.31.4.101) -- Wednesday, June 8 2005, 07:22 pm o.o I thought he was a vampire at first x] |
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