visigoth

kill me, i'll be your token skeleton in the closet. broken glass and promises, putting out the embers and the non-participating club members. we all know this isn't going anywhere. seems this torture is anything but fair. i can't be the only one going crazy here, sitting alone in a crowd facing what we fear. politics and subplots, poisoned or bumped off. divvying up the empire has me leaving at a loss. this can't be the only way out of here, but the exit signs that keep flying past are anything but clear.