koremorleth
Novice
Another page appears, but at first it could almost be mistaken for a bit of garbage in the street. But once the wrinkled paper is made flat, it's clear that this is another one of Regret's attempts at poetry. Two poems, the script shaky and far from neat. A splatter of dried blood at the bottom of the page.

On the other side are written only three words:
MAKE IT STOP.

On the other side are written only three words:
MAKE IT STOP.