She pushes open the door.
His smile darkens the room.
The light shifts to make way.
Submissive to the messenger of The Night.
Fueled by her need to see more.
Holding the blood stained dress
High…
“Higher...” He sighs and she does
Pulsating and shifting ever closer
The void around her pushes her, calls to her
Speaking in a language forgotten
Yet primitively obeyed
Her eyes bleeding water
So lost, so frightened
She sobs and he smiles
The price paid for curiosity
“Come to me.” He pants softly
She does, stumbling and moaning
The darkness has claimed her
Submissive to the messenger of The Night.
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i'm in awe!
it's F***ING AMAZING!
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you, *cyre, i love.
you whom are my friends, keep it real.
you who do me wrong, PISS OFF MUTHUH
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"Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not; a sense of humor to console him for what he is."
-Francis Bacon
I like it (: It's dark and kind of disturbed (: I like it (:
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Oh, you're a bus stop!
It's ok; I'm a liar, too.
Happy making goodness by: *yuumei
*Zach is confused by this feeling, and leaves*
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Being forgotten is probably only surpassed by never existing in the first place.
~Cyre
My icon was made by the lovely *ghostwolfen
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Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
My youtube [link]
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Take heed for if thou presumeth to flirt with spirits, thou shalt join them.
-Alucard
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Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
My youtube [link]
Luv ya
Rini
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Take heed for if thou presumeth to flirt with spirits, thou shalt join them.
-Alucard
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Take heed for if thou presumeth to flirt with spirits, thou shalt join them.
-Alucard
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