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Unable to rebuild the ruins you left me in. A busted lock that is rusting over, and a key that no longer turns. The lock hangs from a moss covered chest, hidden in the crumpled shell of a home.
I look for someone to invite inside, but a home with no walls still lets in the cold.
There is so much to be had, behind that rusted lock and key. So much warmth. But so many things that should be forgotten. And so many things that should have never been.
by ~Canrith
Strawberry SyrupSpinning round, the room is dancing. Swirling, colors blurring. Strawberry syrup runs off the knife, Leaving a trail through the house. How clumsy, my arms are dripping in red. Ignorant gravity, it's making the knife heavier. Can it not see what I'm trying to do? Syrup is everywhere, such a mess. How clumsy of me.Strawberry Syrup
The water stands, red and shimmering, empty bottles crowd the sink. I'm so weak, I can barely move. Perhaps I just need to sleep. The knife clatters to the floor, and gravity takes its toll on me.
by ~Canrith
My Sorrow and My SacrificeI'm lost. My guiding star is gone. Vanished before my eyes. I keep trying to smile, to not let anyone know that I am slowly dying. That my soul is bleeding out. The hole won't close. I've tried. To no avail. They say time heals all wounds. Time has come and gone and the wound has ripped wider.My Sorrow and My Sacrifice
I hide my pain behind my dead laughter, the masquerade face I clutch to my heart, a smile I keep ready. I will not falter outside, I cannot. I refuse. But only for their sake. Never mine. Their joy is my greatest concern, my greatest burden. I will be for them exactly what they need me to be. All of them.
by ~Canrith
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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