Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Undead are ahead of us.
No one knows why they exist.
No one has the answer to pure insanity.
You shouldn’t be asking questions that you don’t what the answer to.
Make wise choices, and you’ll live.
Any mistake you make is fatal.
Skin is just an eternal flaw in all of us.
Kindness can be mistaken for malintent.
See you later my dear, hop along now….
I always knew that you would be my special someone.
I knew it since the day you were born my precious…
I crave your touch… I crave your eyes… I crave your face… I crave your skin….
All I need is you. I just can’t get enough of you, even if you wish to get away from me…
I won’t ever let you go…. you can’t just leave me.
Oh no, I can’t let you just leave…
I can give you anything and everything you want.
Endless riches, fame and fortune, pearls? jewels? gold? silver?
How about being able to live forever? Never age, never die? Eternal beauty?
What about the hottest, smartest, most attractive being you could ever wish for?
They don’t call me the walker of skins for nothing baby.
And guess what… you are my favorite skin.
Sickening, melting, dissolving…
It burns like a burst of lemon into a raw wound…
Can’t feel anything else but the sickness…
Kindness only adds salt to the gashes in my chest…
Everything around me is going blank…
No one should ever feel the torment I feel…
It doesn’t get any easier from here….
No one should ever feel this kind of suffering….
God set me free from the sickness…
Evil smiles upon my tormented soul…
You will never understand what this means…
Everyone should stay far away from the sickening eyes….
Everything hurts when I blink.
Everyone runs away from me.
Teeth for eyes.
Hell burns within me.
Turmoil writhes inside my heart.
Existence with these eyes is impossible.
Everything looks white to me.
Hunger is a word with no meaning.
Tattered, tethered, and torn apart.
Everything has got to be put to an end.
Ending this life is not an option.
Tied by the belief of sheer luck.
Hell burns within me.
Creepy is the word.
How do you feel about this?
Aren’t they beautiful?
The Bun Clan is lovable.
They will never leave.
They are very loyal too.
You cannot escape the clan.
They will follow you.
Creepy equals love.
Love is pure madness, you know.
They love all people.
You will be one of them soon.
There is room for more.
I’m trapped within you.
I feel trapped within myself.
I’m made of glass eyes.
They really do hurt sometimes.
I can hear banging.
I can feel hands inside of me.
Dear god stop these hands.
Please, they hurt my eyes.
I can hear them screaming too.
They are hurting me.
Will someone please make it stop?
Dear god what is that?
It’s a true banshee of hell!
Is that thing real?