these tears just keep coming, no matter how much i fight them back. they force themselves through the black velvet cloaks and break into a run for ruby partness. How have they become so educated in the lost arts of hurting a woman?
the pain, the torment, the indecencies... they shine through irradescent lies to prophesize the enduring heartache of a virgins love. So many decadent truths and so many delicate tales. how can one sift through the endless supply without shedding a little love?
Hard as marble, but carved with bone. The expected image of a soul left in mourning for a body she never owned. A being forced to endure heartache after heartache without ever realizing what was happening.
her souls been violated with unfamilar feelings. Feelings shes never bothered to harbor. Depression, lonliness, need, lust... unfamilar to her aura. Recharging while drainig and draining while contemplating how to conquer unknown foes.
the heart curtsies to the palace of temptation, turns her back and walks away, never allowing the damned current of emotions into her realm. Savoring for herself the sweet lilacy dreams of settling for general needs. infidelity is now.... a heartbeat away....
save yourself while the strings dangle loosely. Dont attach yourself to a being that slowly.... killing themself... from the inside....
one....
dream......
at a...............
TIME!!!!!!!
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