Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-34052734-20181229035346

''To begin, you do not need to pay attention to any of the messages posted on here—I actually advise you not to even gloss over them. But! This is a public community, and I cannot stop you from reading.''

''Oh! I almost forgot to add: I only do this when I am drinking tea, so don’t expect much from me.''

Hello. Yes, hello. Ever wonder how dreadful it is when you’ve reached the afternoon and you feel this sickly feeling unseeing your eyes— eyes, your soft eyes wanting to close....close...close... And then you hear it: a light, whispy sound. It encompasses you, cradling you in its arms—sweet, sweet music—the breath of an angel, the curse of the devil.

Quiet now, you’ll wake him up, the sound says, bringing your weary eyes to rest. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. He is sleeping, young one, let him sleep. Let the surreal sounds slowly soothe him to sleep. It sings. The sound sings, now. The tranquil voice floats down...down...down...

It floats.

We all float.

The silvery voice sings:

We all float down here.

Now come along now, young one, we have much more singing to do. Much more singing, much more singing- singing, singing, singing.

Soon, the voice of silver screams.

Screams!

We all want you down here, young one.

Come one, come all!

Come down here and I’ll grab you by the fucking throat and-

You will sleep.

Sleep.

It was the sugary, succulent sound of his soul.

You woke him up.

And now you will sleep.

Sleep, sleep~

Sleep. 