Delilah || Part 1
On that simple February morning, Rose woke early to a world of perfect snow. She grinned - another snowy birthday.
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On that simple February morning, Rose woke early to a world of perfect snow. She grinned - another snowy birthday.
I am the voice that's in your head. Sitting on your shoulder. Whispering in your ear. Do it. You want it. Don't let that stand in the way. I am the reason you do those things. Those thefts.
Small starter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The silence was broken with a scream of a child; full of pain and emotion. Once the Childs wail was over it lead to a minute of shock.
Warning. Slightly creepy. But hey, I was listening to some pretty creepy songs - Enjoy I suppose. There. Here. It's everywhere. Can't you hear. It's calling. Calling us both. I shouldn't listen.
Here I am in the cold and dark, under the moonlight and in a grave yard. It's the 21st of January the only day I'll remember, the living hell of my memories go on right here for ever.
Don't look at me, look at her. Her glassed, nearly dead emeralds that gaze pass your soul. Crimson strands that once lit up with passion. Now only fall like autumn leaves.
Mist hung around the treetops, like a blanket in the night, Silent souls crept around the forest, listening out of sight, Empty eyes looked up from the river, and stared into the moon, And what once...
Walked through the valley of shadow and death, Grab by the necked and choked to death, Only there was left there spirits, Blood all over the fucking floor she cried as they tortured her some...
I found a wallet, it was sat on the crack between two slabs of pavement as I was walking home from shopping.