

Everlasting PassionAs he holds me in his arms, my heart begins to beat. Passion stored all these years, finally coming free. we hold each other naked, exposed to the night, but I know I am safe, if I hold him tight. My breaths come hot and heavy, mingling with his, we share a night of passion, the idea was not his...Everlasting Passion
I have loved him for so long, dreaming for this night... The day we would share, this kind of delight. I have never done this before, this was my first time, everything else is blocked out, every noise, every chime. I shudder in ecstasy, kissing him with open lips, hoping he will share his passion... In a night of bliss...


To Sleep In Utter DarknessNo. No I do not want to wake up. Go away light, I am sleeping... Damnit let me die already!To Sleep In Utter Darkness
Damn, why does my life have to be so hard? Every day I awake like this, cursing the light and begging to sink back into darkness... But, that will not happen... I am needed once more...


Orange SkyI sit by the river, thinking about her. Today was our first kiss, the first time either of us have ever kissed anybody in fact. My stomach was full of butterflies, my heart beat loud and hard, I could not remove her from my thoughts... Yet she... was removed from my life. I look up, the sky dyed orange and red, yet it was midday, not sunset. Then my daydreaming comes to an end, as I see smoke spiral into the sky, ripping at the clouds like tendrils of violence and hate. I run back home... Only to find her dead, her blood streaked across the ground. I fall to my knees, vomit, and begin to cry in misery. Everyone is dead... Everyone... IsOrange Sky


Heart of IceCold, mutilated bodies strewn across the cold, mirror floor. The figure of the Obsidian Dragon, Soto, stands above them, laughing the deep hallow laugh that haunts everyone's nightmares. The floor is stained red, forever a gruesome reminder of the horrors of the world.Heart of Ice
A child lay dead next to her own mother, still clinging to her in death. Soto spits, his glittering green eyes going to the child. But his attention snaps to a live one. He smiles, deciding to make this death... slow...


Concrete tearsA statue sits,alone and forgot,her face cast down,her wings left to rot.Concrete tears
Concrete tears roll down her a face,A lament to her long gone grace.
No one knows for who the angel cries,eternal tears,from everlasting eyes. Her torment goes on though she may not,a wraith of sorrow,of dreams long forgot.
Roses to red hold her down,and sparkling thorns give her a crown.
She's the queen of nightmares,of long gone redemption,
her burnt blackened wings both stand at attention. To soar to the heavens where they do not belong,to surrender to her sins and also her wrongs. &nb


Broken Dolls can danceDead eyes on a to perfect face,a to pink dress covered with lace.Broken Dolls can dance
The lies She tells herself just to get by,The deep concealed hope that soon she will die.
Her friends are not friends,they don't even know her.
They're smiles are jeers and and no one can see her.
The person she hides,Shadowed with lies,a broken doll
thats not real.
The wings she once had,the smiles have fled and no one is willing to save her.
To pull of her mask and see what's behind,a dark masquerade that will last through time.
No one shows who they are,they're faces the sam


Illusions of InnocenceThe most soul sheering pain a person can ever experience is to be breaking up on the inside and smiling on the outside.Illusions of Innocence
To put on a porcelain mask and hope it doesn't shatter into a million tiny fragments and expose your already ugly face to the world.
A shattered soul.
You dance about with everyone else, an intricate masquerade where everyone knows what lies beneath the other's masks but never looks or removes there own.
That would ruin the magic.
No one looks deeper into the foulness of their own mind, scared of what lies beneath their mundane t


DrowningLies slip from my mouth, a foul black liquid tumbling in massive waves over my feeble bony hands. They grapple weakly in resistance, but still yet impure tears infuse with my mascara, causing swells of blackened, salty water to cascade over the hideous deformations littering my face I had wrought in fits of panicked fury.Drowning
I sewed my bloody lips shut, pulling the crimson stained thread tight in hopes that it will keep the demons in. Yet, they still fight for they're freedom, unfaltering and unstoppable. I cry out in agony as they burst free, their battle won, once again emerging victorious. Haltingly
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Let's get some shoes
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"BEHOLD! SHE IS SINGING TO BRING DOWN THE CHANDELIER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"~ Erik
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"On my signal! Unleash Hell." ~ Stewie Griffin
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Let's get some shoes
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