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"Don't you understand? I don't deserve a happy ending."- 6/5/2015, 10:53 PM
A women's shifting lips. Cutting teeth as parasites crawling through Kaneki's ears. Bleak and bloodied, with each withered word that goes, tap-tap-tap. His head throbs with each syllable punctured. A traitor to the thoughts. Itching ears with the sporadic twitching of an insects body. From his ear canal, he beckons to a red centipede, squirming and stained with shadows. His expression is one of amused consideration. The centipede has blinding breaths with choking eyes. Placing it on his second tongue, Kaneki swallows it.
The insects digs into his throat crawling down his throat with spidery legs and intwining with his ribs. He holds a straw doll with a sewn smile and crude black hair stitched on with two black buttons for eye. He sees a white reaper take a look at him. The pain-- unbearable misery --makes him scream until his throat wells up with blood and he chokes, swallowing and vomiting it in red puddles. He smiles, why is he smiling? Stop smiling.
"I know I will be eaten like a kid."
Kaneki reverently takes his left eye into his hands and pinches it; scrambling his brain with a pleasant squish. His fingers grub at his empty socket, trying to replace the absence with eyes older than they were supposed to be. He tries to speak, a gurgle through blood-clotted pipes. He forces laughter, for he was hilarious or very tragic.
Eventually the monster inside Kaneki stands beside him. Peeling skin stretched across broken bones as empty sockets stare back blankly. Its lips are loosely stitched together with red thread that bleeds black blood as they wordlessly move to a eulogy of silent words. Its lips stop trembling and pull back in a malformed sneer. Kaneki grins at the monster.
But why, why is he carrying this broken boy home? To where they like to sleep with knives in their chest? This contradiction of tripping nails across his cheek, gently, nails scratching. Bleaching fingernails back to flesh and a regretting unfaithful Kaneki; nods. The black angel kneels behind him sobbing. Kaneki is overcome with a fit of giggles at the sight of the wretched deity, as dull mandibles grind the grey matter of his brain. Sharp, rusty nails pierce the nape of Kaneki's neck, through several nerves, but he continues snickering. The laughter silences the dead rasp of people he's forgotten.
"What do you desire?" The angel riddles as its hand curves to Kaneki's cheek holding a denying smile to his blistering lips (don't let go, don't let go, oh God, please don't let go). Feeding him truths out of it's hands, that he gulps earnestly.
"Silence." Black noise plays in his head and his mind falls victim to the tasteless static. His bones are eaten away by the darkness that leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth. Of storm's that cry and a sun that dies. A world conceived of replacement by blank silences and shallow intuitives. He obliges the cravings of Death too easily, and he is swallowed as an ashtray.
"At least I hope I taste good."