Post by Olivia Zariah Ryall on Oct 10, 2009 19:48:30 GMT
A murky image Of the lives we know Or of those we think we want. Man fall to the grusome Truth Begging for it to tell them so My dear You musn't stay here For it will only want you to stay longer I'll allow you to sit for now But sooner or later You'll come back And it'll be gone. Don't wish for it to stay Or that the image will come alive Only dispair will come I suggest you just walk away.
Post by Corliss Malfoy on Nov 27, 2009 18:54:45 GMT
Revenge is all I seek, Their father killed mine off. Though my girl told me not too, the first in now with the rocks. The youngest would've been next, if no one had interfered. I'll never quit my mission, not in a million years.
The silkiness of my thick body, running in patterns on the ground. Master would be so proud, When I tell him whom I killed, for he can speak my language. He cannot kill me, if I do something wrong... for if he would, a piece of himself would also be taken away. The boy he wishes to kill, is also like master. He can speak my tongue.
Post by Corliss Malfoy on Nov 27, 2009 22:29:08 GMT
Finally when you notice me you choices go astray You made some bad desions and now I've started thinking, If you really loved me, would you have really done that? Me heart has started breaking, leading me to leave you. Though I'll never stop loving you, my heart needs time to heal. Really it never will, for my choices weren't good at all. The next boy I saw fit, really was a twit. His actions really hurt me, for what I never did. Now I fell like dying, for I have just quit trying. I just lay here, hoping you'll come near.
My father murdered... the two girls closest to me. One old and prepared to die, while the other, not so old, but quite young. My world keeps spinning, with memories of the little girl whom no longer lays gently in my arms. I only have four girls, that mean the world to me left. One not quite yet born yet, still lying pleasantly in my best friends stomach Will he kill them too? He said he would...