Stares At You Through The Trees.

if I ever made it to the model catwalk, I would find some way to bring a sharp thing on set, and as I emerge, a thing of starved beauty and pure art, dramatically slice my own torso open, ribs exposed, guts splattering to the stage ground, blood spewing all over the front row guests, and most importantly, bleeding my useless life essence all over the expensive, artistic designer clothing I am made to show. A terrible display of art, to bleed as a pig does when sliced at the neck to please the human, the killer. What are we humans but showpieces of greed? May my blood be the color we lust for in the cold claws of winter.

but did they have to make coffins look so comfy?

I like looking dead

Feeling dead

Being dead

I think I would make a great poltergeist cause I'm nosy as hell. opening your drawers like what you got in there boy

stay for the night. I'll sell you a nightmare.

I am the demonic infestation you are looking for