Oct
6th
Wed
6th
Dimechest. Live at the Palace.
The man walked into the room. His name was Daniel, and he was dead. Ventilation was imminent. Lost to the wolves you might say. If your dreams could develop a story this surreal you’d wake up sweating. And dead too, probably.
The knife that was plunged through his colon was the only sign of life now. Unless you count the fish in the bowl beside the bed. Except the fish wasn’t breathing either. What a horrible room of despair. Luckily the music playing in the background was upbeat. The birthday song.
