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"Drip, drop, the blood falls to the floor and that is all that is heard, nothing more the blade twists, the man's screaming of pain, what do you gain? Are you really insane? What is left of what we had known to enjoy, the shattered forgotten bits of joy, were they made for some decoy? Is there a life after death, after breath has escaped us and left us nothing of this sorry world, is it really that cruel? And there we sit atop of that stool, attempting to look over the counter that is life much to short to see, yet, dreading the day that we will be. Your conscious rips and tears at your sane thoughts, or, as we know to be, not so sane, you clutch your brain as it starts to drip to the floor from the many orifices of lost hopes that you had, really quite sad.
You blink, and are dead, so is said until one day, you blink your last and never open your eyes, your eyes on the skies, your ears forever deaf to lies. You open your eyes to the man at the end of your sword, his eyes closed looking toward the skies, his breathing, stopped, the heart-beating; stopped, and all that he had once knew, dead to the world. You step back, your heart jumping in attack, and suddenly you fall over the man's leg, letting go of the sword, looking toward the crime you hath done, wasn't it fun?
Now you lay in horror, in the blood, on the floor, dwelling on this bourne memory and left to implore, implode, and your heart soon it does explode, leaving you dead, upon the bed, of that dead man's head, looking to the skies, closed, and staring, there, forevermore."
-Selferas Hellshine
 DeviousRampart · Sat Feb 02, 2008 @ 02:12pm · 1 Comments |
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