Come the stars,
come the night,
come all the shadows that I once kissed in my nightmares.
Tonight we shall share a grave like no other.
Your twilight eyes will be mine.
Perhaps one day we shall be lovers again.
But this night, your death will forever be held in my hands.
By this time tomorrow,
your sorrow will rain in that hole where you once held a heart.
If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have cursed me with this life.
Forever more with a blade in a hand and vengeance in the other.
I'll never forgive you my father, for what you could have prevented.
Your punishment has become my hell.
Oh it's been a long time old friend, where we shall share a dance that will never end.
Let our music flow and bleed out our woes.
For tomorrow we will all be dead.
And our screams won't wake us from this dream.















Comments
whoa...
so...
um...
Is my brain aloud to make stories and the like to this?
I mean...is this personal?
Because...I don't know, just...
woof...
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I have so many achievables!!! -Caboose
I like when my stuff inspires others.
And ya it is personal, but you can make stuff from it.
Moo.
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"Only when we've lost everything, are we free to do anything."
It sounds like a rather painful experience.
Oink.
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I have so many achievables!!! -Caboose
*luvs on*
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"The only stroke I've ever had is one of genius." -Mr. Magorium
It's an old story I did randomly, but it's still my favorite.
Painful indeed, but I cannot regret it. As much as I wish to. Perhaps that's a story for another time, when you get to know me better.
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"Only when we've lost everything, are we free to do anything."
If you learned something from it, do not regret it, for it has made you wiser.
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I have so many achievables!!! -Caboose
Though perhaps, my story will be a little scarier than yours. Lets just say my stories are for those that won't look at me differently. Either way, I would like to hear your stories.
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"Only when we've lost everything, are we free to do anything."
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The world falls into disillusion
The only truth my own delusion
Spiralling in empty decay
What will it take to fade away?
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"Only when we've lost everything, are we free to do anything."
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