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RessurectionThey were behind us, relentlessly following us. I think our fear attracted them, others wouldn‘t agree; saying that it was our heat, our heartbeat, or our aura. Either way, they were attracted to us and either way we still ran from them. Their moans grew louder as more joined them. They were an endless army, an army that would continue to grow as long as we still continued to exist. So we ran faster, not looking where we were going. We were running so fast that we took an accidental descent that landed us at the edge of a broken city. The towers here have crumbled and theRessurection
by ~Mexican-goldfish
The Tragedy of RomanceThis is the story of romance, betrayal and deceit; as one sets out to ruin the others, no easy feat. A sing song voice tries to warn the future betrayer. Yet, she refuses to listen, won't let the voice sway her. The deceitful plays coy as he destroys the love of another. The romantic slowly dies, seeing deceit thrust above her Such a sad sob escapes the lips of the betrayer, because she knows romance with no longer save her. The deceitful just laughs at the pain in her eyes. The romantic walks away and silently cries. The betrayer calls after him her voice expressing pure grief. &nbsThe Tragedy of Romance
by ~Mexican-goldfish
Heart 'revised'She gave it to him to love and to trust. Yet, she left with another devoured by lust.Heart 'revised'
His sleep was to short waking to the ring of a phone. She said "we had to talk, you and I, all alone."
He arrived at her house to find his things packed. She complained about them and the love that they lacked.
He looked through his things and noticed one she forgot. As he told her of it she said she had not.
He swore her his love,
her screams never faded. She made him so angry
his eyes became jaded.
by ~Mexican-goldfish
Dearest friendsDrops fall onto the marble, swirls of gray and white become crimson hues. The tips of shoes scratchingDearest friends
as they try to reach the ground. She tries to tie it off. He tries to walk on air. She slowly looses blood. He slowly turns blue. Her veins run dry. His lungs don't move. Their eyes become empty as their lives drain away. My friends are no more fun, they can no longer play.
by ~Mexican-goldfish
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