Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Keep your filthy hands of my pai

Her eyes where gloomy as the air was changing. Blue as the ocean, her lips reached for his. In vain she struggled from sucking his blood. He looked at her and in one moment they were one. One in mind, body and soul. Except she did not possess one. Soulless creature she was. Desperately she stretched for his neck. He would not let her turn him to stone. He stabbed her in her heartless chest, burning the pieces to dispose of the rest. And as the wind blows you can hear her cry in agony, how she sweares revange and that they'll one day be one.
I'm sick. Dizzy, feaver, cold and so on.
Wish me well?

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