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The UnknownUnder these floorboards I harbor a secret so deadly. It's almost too easy to forget the flies on the wall. I suggest you leave while you still have the chance. For before you know it you'll be captivated, entranced, hypnotized... Scared out of your mind. You won't stand a chance against the ravages of his heart. It beats only for the sun and skips only for the hourglass. And still I protect him so by keeping him my prisoner.The Unknown
He just doesn't know it...
by ~ibreathefire
The Monochrome WorldAshes are falling. Weighing down the gloomy petals of those asphalt flowers. Broken China and glass houses... No, you'll never change.The Monochrome World
Begging to bloom, and struggling to live, those asphalt flowers finally give in. Oh, I'm such a sadist. But those flowers are masochists. They wept for it.
Tumbleweed rolls across the wasteland of my mind. That sad, sad smile always broke my porcelain heart.
They say that mirrors never lie. Yeah, well I never cry so why, oh why does my mirror taunt me so with tears?
A break, a heart, a name, a drop.
by ~ibreathefire
Lullabies and DemonsShe doesn't know how much longer she can hold on. Dying inside isn't as easy as it sounds. Stripping the layers, one by one, watching memories fade and wither.Lullabies and Demons
She picks up the cracked and faded pieces of her once pure heart. Wistfully, longingly, she takes out a demon from her pocket.
This demon asks her what
her one true desire is. And she just stares out the window into the cold, black sea.
Trance-like, she whispers, "Be mine forever..." And this cursed demon hesitates and cries.
And she smiles and cries happy tears
by ~ibreathefire
A Soliloquy of a FlowerOnce upon a time, there was a forest. A vast and awe-inspiring view, I'm told. And in this forest, in the dead center, there was a tree. Now, this was no ordinary tree, no. For you see, this tree was hundreds of years old. Its roots spread through the entire forest, branching off into different stems and trunks and stalks. This tree was the forest. And it listened, and watched its children grow from tiny, delicate saplings into grand and magnificent giants, with leaves twisting together to form canopy after canopy. And it has been said, that when the sunlight hit these fronded shaded groves, the entire forest lit up in a green, breathtaA Soliloquy of a Flower
by ~ibreathefire
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