Zerohope2survive

A stain upon your bleach-blank Perfect empty page, Eraser-crazed revisionist, Pristine, white-space pasty face I come with pencil pitchfork poised All made of angry mob Bleed graphite, ink, and charcoal with each wretch, each howl, each sob Now bite your nails, hang head in shame, to see my name appear, A creature drawn in shape of J and dotted With the flame Upon this torch I carry to Set fire to your bleach-blank Perfect empty page.

Eren’s breath hitched. Just then, his life had been flashing before his eyes, from the earliest toddle on the dry, hard wood of his childhood home to what he’d had for breakfast that morning. If he hadn’t been too dazzled and astounded at the moment, he would have been relieved that that slop might not end up being his last meal after all. Hypnotized, he watched as his savior tumbled through the air in a vortex of blood and fury, eyes shining like bullets. With his blade turned wrong side up in one hand, he danced from titan to titan in a deadly pirouette, almost too fast for the eye to follow. The technique, Eren noted wit