What a fucking waste. That god forsaken man. That stutter. God that stutter.

The clouds a hidden secret of hell. A small number of darkened faces. Shadows of light that never came to be. The rain a reminder of the day that your eyes began to bleed. A hint of broken glass, stabbing at the blood vessels of wounds.

A waste. A Broken forsaken waste. Ketos A man. A man. He was known for his stupidity of songs. The guitars, waves of sound hitting like a rock to your face. A piece of Shrapnel, blading into the bones of your body.

Chanting of the dead, on your own. Here we go.

He had been your best friend since the very day you could have seen the very light. Bonds made of pure silver spikes. You the many of the crowds wanna be lovers. He on stage like a banshee sent from the very depths of hell.

“On your own. HERE WE GO!!” Was one thing you seemed to never get over. A lyric so embedded into your head, like a bullet in a deer. The music stopping with a heart reaching scratch of strings. He came from the stage, finding you. Standing like a deer in front of head lights. Smiled spread across those lips. One that spat nothing but stutters. God forsaken stutters.

He wrapped his strong large arms around you like a vice over a baby. “Darling, Did I look hot up there? With the flames and all?” His voice, a deep calling of the liver you held like a baby to a bear. His grip on you was like a time keeper to his bloody clock.

He soon took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the soft and warm skin of your palm, like a worship. Like a damsel. A wast less being. The love that seemed to sprout after a man had not only cheated but left you behind like a sack of bricks. Looking from the distance like a dead man. Ketos caught the sight of the very man tbh at made this whole, Sutter begin with. The reason you. You no longer had the right to speak a word without a mistake.

Ketos brought you closer, a growl hidden under his metaled skin. “Fucking hell.” A hiss of grunt left his lips, holding you much more tight.