

And soYou ripped out my heart.And so
and you know, its still beating on your icy palm. As my body writhes on the floor; blood creating
a reversed halo at your feet.
But you have your prize, so you dont really care now do you? I hope its everything
you wanted it to be.
Now heres the pressing question; what about the rest, this shell of a person,
perhaps no more dead
than she was before?
You can go down
as deep as you want or as far as you can, but I promise you,
it wont be enough. &nbs


And what of those Angels...And what of those angels That are forced to walk among men? Those guardians and guides Those reassurances for existing.And what of those Angels...
Be they fallen from heaven or spit up by hell, How tortured they must be Upon this earth.
To feel as though everything And everyone; every bond, Is nothingness. And inevitably temporary.
I wonder if the memories from their time trapped here Are washed away and forgotten, Or if they are forever cursed with remembering what they held?
Their reality; having wings stripped of them And thrown upon this desol
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I'll make you feel like a thousand red mushrooms
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General Cloud Nine Cross Stitch
Vincent & Red XIII Cross Stitch
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Stuffing face with chocolate since 1985!
Meika webcomic: [link]
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Your Flower Power is no match for my GLOWER POWER!
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