The diary of Isaac Clarke.A Poem by nigrum homonculusmy homage to the dead space series. love the games. love the story line. thought it would be cool to imagine life as Isaac Clarke and go through the unbelievable psychological stress he faces.These corridors, cold and dark. Home to the hollow man, With javelins as hands. I recognised him. His
face, his eyes. He had a wife, and I just took his life. Severed the ties, dismembered him from suffering. Am I as good as them? How many have I ripped apart? Knowing that they were once people. People with hearts. Once, keyword. Get your head in the game. You may of known them once. But you don’t know what they have become. © 2012 nigrum homonculusAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 5, 2012 Last Updated on June 5, 2012 Tags: Dead space, Datvirgo, diary Authornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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