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Late into the night you find yourself looking out your window hopping and wishing for something more. The sky once bright with stars now clouds over as your gaze drops sadly. You don&t know why you insist on wishing for more but you do. As though hearing your pleas a man steps from the shadows just out side your widow. His black hair just barely covers his eyes yet the more you look at him the more you seam to recognize him. despite that you can&t see his face fully you know he&s smiling as he steps back into the darkness. In a flurry you leave your room to fallow him.
You foolishly run into the darkness looking for the man from out side your window. Its a pity though, you never did take notice of the black horns coming out of his head as you ran after the man of thorns. Never took notice of the bloody blade he held in his hand and that you never saw those red eyes. But its all right after all wanted something new a change didn&t you? You never thought you would find your self wrap in thorns cutting deep into you soft flesh as the man you followed watches you suffer with a darkened smirk. and to think if you had just stayed home you would have found this in the shadows of your room.
~ WintersFrozenThorn
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I will sing you a lullaby.
If that lullaby isn't heard,
I will kill a mocking bird.
-Undertaker
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Wicked dreams and insatiable nightmares
You have plagued my brain
You're my disease; my tumor
And now you're mine to slay
-Lost
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I've been watching you.. I stand in the shadows and watch every single move you make. Inhale. Exhale. The way your chest rises and falls is mesmerizing. You blinked. That's the 4,753rd time you've done that since I've started watching you. Ah.. You're looking at me. You can't see me. But I see you. And you're looking at me. Your eyes baring right through me, seeing into the deepest regions of my soul. And I feel so bare and exposed but I can't look away, because it's you.. and you're looking at me. I want to touch you.. I want to feel your perfect skin just beneath my fingertips. I long to hear your lips part and say my name. I want you.. I want you so very badly. I want you to be mine. I'm entranced by you, my beautiful perfect angel. Ah..you've looked away.. Inhale. Exhale. You blink. 4,762.
Salazar Tavine.
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her silky hair,
tendrils, coal black like shadows,
bangs adorning her mascara stained face,
like curtains to a window, seeing,
peering inside of her and her beauty.
she placed on her fishnet mourner cap,
grimaced at the somber truth.
she was alone, bats to keep her company -
unable to see her beauty, her passion.
she is no damsel in distress, waiting
to reunite with her deceased lover, no.
she glides in the moonlit night,
chill-encrusted hand enfolded over
a purple stained blade.
covered, dripping with her lovers blood.
strolling over the dew-stained grass,
she inhales the air; exhales,
clouds of her breath billowing like pillows.
and so, with her blade titled retribution
she sliced herself in her heart,
wound weeping poison over the blood-stained grass.
~ Suave
