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cr chart; entranceway
 | You kept us all from staying with what we'd got Not that much, but to us it was a lot. Blood and bullets, bare hands and battered blades One chance left for you to be unmade In my hands, I hold the sharpened key Life or pride, what's it gonna be? Leave the world, as a man who never was But a monster, clutching desperately to his claws My last fight Is real in my hands this time The jaws of the devil's mouth are wide And there's one tiny jewel of hope inside Give him one last chance, and if he backs out I'll cut it right out of his roaring mouth Medicine giving me all I need In a burst of colour and a burning bleed And we both wanted to accomplish what we must Falling down in the dust, it's the last of us. A circus mirror, what I could have been Is a thankful avoidance, but a messy scene I'm up to my elbows in scarlet prose It's a story of freedom; you were right, I suppose |
| ⊗ TIM WRIGHT ⊗ |
| You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. |
| Two months after Entry #87 was uploaded to the Marble Hornets YouTube channel, Tim was content to live the rest of his days in silence and solace. - or at least, capable of accepting his role in the dissolution of everything he knew, and willing to never stir that monster's nest again. He still had nightmares, he still lived in fear of what he might inflict on others, still remembered what it felt like to have the deaths of two men, two friends on his hands - but he lived. Barely, he lived. But Wonderland saw fit to uproot him and drop in the middle of another world entirely - one of magic and mirrors, of monsters and video screens, queens and twins and strange, white-out dreams. At first, Tim was content to simply fall into line, and accept whatever this new world would throw at him. The more time he spends in Wonderland, the harder it is to want to leave; at least here, the threat of the shadowy, faceless thing looming across the back of his head is somewhat contained. Grieving murderer, resident arsonist, reluctant secret-keeper, perpetual amnesiac, and compulsive liar, Tim Wright is a man so entrenched in his own layers of self-deception and self-loathing that he makes it almost impossible to see his way out of the problems he himself creates. Above all, he never meant to get attached to anybody. Or maybe he's still lying to himself about that one. |
∴ home | ₪ elsewhere | ♥ friend | 〷 complicated | ∆ mistrust | ✔ trusted | ||
| ✘ hate | ☉ protect | ¿ uncertain | ★ acquaintance | ☍ sorry | ♢ kind | ||
| ⚑ afraid | ϟ dangerous | ⨁ knows | ∅ threat | ⊗ infected | ❱ avoidance |
commander shepard ⊗ mass effect
₪ - ♥ - ✔ - ⨁ - ☉ - ♢
[artist]
Used to come up for air
Through a sea of other people
Just hoping they don't notice
That you
Are leaving again
You're leaving again
And I can't believe it's true
There are people like you
With the same hearts
And the same marks
On our bodies
Did everything feel beautiful when you let go
Of the idea of being anything at all
And you can't believe it's true
There are people like you
When I held you
In my bathroom
I felt new
to help those she recognizes as people who need it, she'll in the same breath deny that she'd be among them. He recognizes that, and he recognizes the need for an outside opinion to level her when things get bad again.
By association with Alex and based on her own cruel luck, Shepard knows a lot more about the faceless specter that's plagued Tim's life than he'd want for anyone, including the fact that Tim himself has a masked alter ego that sometimes wanders into the woods to tackle people at random. Her commitment to helping Alex seems to have extended to Tim and later even to Jay, and the latter is something that he'll never take lightly; Jay needs all the help he can get.
If anyone had to know, at least it's someone he might be able to trust.