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faded mirrors,worn and cracked,
everywhere they stand. clocks ticking
in a metronome of life,blood on the walls,roses on the floor,does anything truely exist here anymore?
black rose petals crunch under thine feet, thorns pierce the flesh from all around,
the clocks chime a tune out, telling the hour with a music box-like tone,
I stare and and look all around, where are you?
oh wait, tis the tune of the clock...is..that..all though..?
could you really be here?
coffin bed, floating castle,bats on the ceiling,
I hear your voice..! but..tis it just a trick of the mind? or could you really be here?
thorns peirce deeper and deeper, the cool refreshing blood seeps out, revitalizing the soul.
the tune grows louder and louder as the hour draws closer, my mind is filled with nothing but images of you....
could you really be here?
I cannot hold it in anymore, I begin to dance, dance,...just like that night at the ball..what a wonderous day..the thorns pertrude deeper, closer and closer to my heart, I keep dancing, hoping this heartache shall melt away,
I think of nothing but you as the melody melts my soul,
a hand reaches out and grasps mine suddenly,...
could you really be here...?
 Elemental guardian Zaria · Mon Nov 17, 2008 @ 12:10am · 1 Comments |
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