The pen began to move. Billy's eyes closed, the better to take in the horrific visions.
"The silence is more agonizing than the screaming. White figures, unmoving on the stage, staring at me. Their throats are torn open." The pen scrawled in staggered music to fill in the music, desperate to keep away the horrible stillness. "They bleed. I can see their vocal cords in shreds, torn out in vengeance--no, penitence. Penitence for sins."
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Date: 2013-08-20 05:01 pm (UTC)"The silence is more agonizing than the screaming. White figures, unmoving on the stage, staring at me. Their throats are torn open." The pen scrawled in staggered music to fill in the music, desperate to keep away the horrible stillness. "They bleed. I can see their vocal cords in shreds, torn out in vengeance--no, penitence. Penitence for sins."
He clutched at his own throat in sympathy.