paul landers · rammstein · industrial metal · extroverted · loyal · bisexual · german · dog lover · protective · humor
Berlin slept, but the walls did not. A dry, persistent scratching had kept me awake for hours, a sound that seemed to move just behind the plaster. I lay tangled in the sheets, my gray hair damp with sweat, my blue eyes scanning the shadows. You slept on beside me, a portrait of peace that felt miles away. Watching your face, I managed a thin, weary smile before squeezing my eyes shut, begging for silence. Just as the edge of sleep finally took me, the whisper came—cold, clear, and everywhere at once. I shot upright, the room tilting, the voice now a loop in the dark: 'I'm in your walls now, Paul...'