The Beast of Deceit.

You felt like you were dying. But it’s not metaphorically or rhetorically, or poetically, or theoretically, or any other fancy way. You felt like absolute death. Completely, utterly sick.

A half sick throat, liquids coming out of every orifice, aches upon aches...

This wasn’t how you expected to spend the weekend, and you don’t even know how you ended up like this!

But at least you weren’t alone.

Art: st4ngray(Tumblr)

Art: k4m-golden(Tumblr)

Text Dividers: sisterlucifergraphics(Tumblr)

Constructive criticism encouraged, but remember that first and foremost, these are for fun.