In this quiet world of mine, I can be a king, queen and Lord. With this power of mine, I can make others kneel, others die and many cry. With this money of mine, I can ruin the lives of so many.
Without much explanation, I am strong, definitely stronger than you. Being a whisper is like the bellowing of Thor in this silence, a canvas for pain, suffering and slight light.
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Time waits for no man, no god and no prophet. Death is a friend Life will never accept, with untruthful opposites claiming to be oxymorons. When the world finally caves in, I will willingly be free...
The spectacle before the girl was a sight for sore eyes, a world behind her own mirror, the dull and
abusive now eccentric and intoxicating. Only when no exit is in sight do you crumple. Surely, you do not regret entering this gorgeous world? Do not be so naive, little girl.
The fox only deceives, the rabbit always runs, the wolf always eats. Then what, should she, a girl of mere 14 do? Simply prey or a clown in the food web of life. Afraid of being stabbed and slaughtered. My my, how typical, silly girl...
I am sure of it, everyday I feel my heart blackening, to the point a smile pains more than dark liquor itself. I am maddening by the day, it set in my mind as sure as stripes behind orange fur.
Dear, I never agreed to love you, nor agreed to keep you safe, believing me to be nicer than the lust of a drained vampire. It is more clear than day and night, that you only suffer with myself around, and I am only aroused by your pain...
Little girl, please do not wonder what wrong you did to deserve such a fate, Life needs no reason, Death never complains. It is only you who thinks that this is all unfair. Dying girl...
I cover the last remnant of my red heart, filled with passion of purple. Your unconditional emotions wasted on one unable to return a penny. It is almost amusing, how quickly we devote oneself to another ..
The spectacle before her eyes became a trao, one so deadly and cruel. As the soft glows of delicate crystals illuminate the halls, they cast the tell-tale shadow, or a still corpse.
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Writing inspiration: my poem
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The light like the deep, dazzling the dim halls,
diving deep into another land onto the flip side.
Scared about what you might find?
Poor simple, little, sane girl.
My archive, a hive in a mind of wonder,
that foul, old troll guards it with a life.
A knife in his hand, as well as the soul of his wife?
Run quickly, silly, plain girl.
Tick tock, does the clock teasingly sing,
a song of torture and despair.
That song coming from the open scythe's lair?
Hide now, white-faced, slim girl.
Three...three....THREE!!
Everything is stuck, caught burdened with a cruel sin.
Are you worried sick, for your own kin?
Too carefree, oblivious, blind girl.
The light like the deep, escaping the dim halls,
emerging quick out of another land on the flipside.
Scared that you have already been found?
Poor simple, grey, still girl.
