Enter the Gala.
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mr_smiley
mr_smiley A coffee addict that writes free verse
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The gala ball shall have its rusted gates wide open just for you, its music wrapping around you like a snake. Its notes will suffocate you until you turn downright blue. You won't notice that the music is nothing joyful at all; all it is are your lies and sins. As you listen to it longer, you will feel the sounds crawl into your ear like insects.

Enter the Gala.

The gala ball shall have its rusted gates wide open just for you, its music wrapping around you like a snake. Its notes will suffocate you until you turn downright blue.

You won't notice that the music is nothing joyful at all; all it is are your lies and sins. As you listen to it longer, you will feel the sounds crawl into your ear like insects.

As it burrows into your brain, whispers will begin to drive you insane with each step you take.

As you begin to dance, it will be lonesome for a while. But, you will slowly notice demons come crawling out of the shadows, like newborn children.

They will accompany you for the time being as they dance, you can hear their bones crack back into place. Soon, sins of the damned will cover your eyes like a blindfold.

Though heed warning, ripping them off or swatting them away will only cause harm; and give you nothing in turn, but pain.

As darkness swallows your vision, you will feel a bony hand grasp your hand and waist; this being one of the very sins themselves.

Beginning to twirl you around like a child and her friends, playing ring-around-the -Rosey upon the cracked floor. Each twirl only pacing faster until you can feel vomit flood your mouth.

Finally, you will fall, causing your bones to break like small twigs. Limbs mangled into positions that shouldn't even be possible, with bruises splattered across your skin like freckles.

Yet, you will do this dance again and again until you have redeemed your sins. It may take years, days, or mere seconds, sins themselves are quite patient.

By the time you are clean, you will take your final breath. Only then will their music abruptly stop. Only then will the demon let go of your now cold hand.

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