I miss working.

I can barely remember my name.

How long have I been wandering here? ( It* ) wants something. Flesh. Mine? No, no. Me to get it. Feed it. But ever hungry, ever starving. ( * The pit hungers. )

The skin is peeled back from my fingernails. My hands are calloused. From what? It's a blur, echoing along these empty hallways. It's all metal. It's all flesh.

Dizzy. Fuck. I swear I was outside just a second ago.

There's something I forgot, I..

I see tails. But the bodies are unrecognizable.. will this work?..

Have a second here and there.

> [ He's waiting for Agnes, the large metallic doors propped open, eyes half-lidded and front costed in varying forms of red. It smells like death behind him; dark corridors turned red with dying lightbulbs. ]

Dark outside, I think.

There comes a day where exposing your heart becomes nothing more than a desperate attempt to escape* *From what?

Something bad is going to happen to me

lately I’ve just been warding off the creature

And through the grace of God did the shepherd become the wolf.

Mm. Hungry again..

.. Woke up in a mess ( * today ), same as any other. The gents around me were out cold, if you can call "out" ( out ), anyway. Figured they wouldn't mind being given to feed the gaping mouth; if they wanna sit 'nd right ( + slack ) on the job..

Beating, pulsing, salvaging.

I don't remember the last time I had been outside.