ashcore #3

Molly Sells Molly By The Seashore

Walk alone by the sea the sea

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feelin that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.

A Dream to End too Soon - autumn, leaves, scars

It's Like Our Little Machine

Angel Eyes and Basketball

Moving In Place - SDC

Flowers Taped To Pens - North Migration

All credits go to Liam McCay! Go buy the album off Bandcamp! -> https://birthday4.bandcamp.com/album/boyhood

Boyhood

A Tornado Hits The Illies

recorded when i was sick

prod me

you cant save me
im up at 5 am drinking again
im chasing it with a few pills
i take 2 more because its not working
im falling apart
i been this way for years and its not helping
you cant save me
i cant save myself
gun to my head i dont care about my health
i wanna put the bottle on the shelf
i wanna climb out of my own personal hell
im trying my best to figure out all out
but its not getting easier
everyones leaving
everything i been doing it gets riskier

drowning my past, driving fast
baby im hoping i dont crash
i wake up with my flask on my desk

i dont care about my health

Talon Of The Hawk

Lone Star

The Front Bottoms

Father

Rose

Be Nice To Me

Kimya Dawson - The Beer

Blue Eyes Like the Devils Water

i want dancing i want hunger

Loser.

greasy rotting depressed psychotic sleep deprived lainpilled femcel  jesse pinkman pothead loser

Moving In Place - SDC

merlot

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