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Falling down; how did it go so wrong; broken crown; fell off my throne; its gone; one minute Im king of the world; the next Im being thrown around like a pawn; I used to lay awak at night; hoping...
Your soul is sinfully wicked, Your past full of darkest deeds. Your heart as black as the darkest shadow ever seen. Murder is no stranger to you, the knife an extension of your body.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. The promises died in his icy white breath. He pointed at me with his fingers of death. There was something about him, the way that he moved.
#fridayfun Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets, Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
A drive through the park, same time everyday, she sits in the same position, with her sad look of gray.
A spirit is here. So elegant and tall. Trying to explain. how she managed to fall. A whisper of fright. Sad and sorrow. 'He did it,he pushed me'. She began to swallow. A lump appeared.
There is a shadow chasing me, Paranoia is a stench, Always looking, checking back, Tugs at my heart; a wrench.
#beginningline Prologue "Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air", hand on her heart to scared to even breath.
I was the Bonnie to your Clyde If you cried then I cried If you was hurt then so was I Ride or DIE We were a match made in heaven Not even God could doubt it You were my heart , my soul , my...
As I walk through the kitchen, It's funny that you mention, You don't want a fancy funeral. Just a cremation. As my intention, You'll never know Because it'll never show. Look, look at the snow.
Imagine, imagine, Possibilities that could be, If I took your body and threw it out to sea. You'll never see me, Or hear one peep.
Pale skin and light blue eyes. Dark circles beneath from all the lies. Blonde hair so withered it's dead too. You'd never guess that she is you. Look in the mirror and you stare back.
Electrika Catacomb, Danced in Camden Draped in black leather, Deliciously mysterious, Wrapped in stardom, I saw her, I loved her, I was her.
The hotel walls are shaking. The bathroom walls are wet. Inside the mind is crippling Let's turn around and not forget.
#bestofopuss. Hello again, and today is Wednesday, January 9, 2013. Today is Best Of Opuss day and I'm going to participate.
A thousand pieces from the scattered door. Laying all across the bloodstained floor. Drawers where she kept her deepest secrets hid. Dark memories from when she was a kid.
He looks at her with glee. As she begins to flee. She knows what's coming. That's why she's running. She smells the drink upon his breath. This time she prays for death. He raises his hand as normal.
Taking a step in closer. I pull your body in. I've only just noticed. But recently you've gotten very thin. You lean in for the ever precise. A small kiss on the lips. Just like chocolate.
I sunk to the floor as the bloody knife fell out of my hands. "This has gone to far". I whispered to Shane as he lifted me up from the floor. He smirked, "but nobody knows, love".
On the ornate oak table, a box sat unopened. The 2 lovers to its right ignored it, too busy laughing and grinning at each other's awful jokes to acknowledge its presence.
I sat in my bedroom window. I checked the clock. 6:40. Perfect. 5 minutes until she came. I had my camera ready. When she came, I would get all my family to show them that I didn't have mental issues.
Her skin looked like snow. Powdered and thin. How she died, she didn't know. She just remembered his grin. Her dress torn to shreds. She remembered what he said. As snow fell upon their heads.
#colourchallenge @sjw The lonely stones by the sea, The grim concrete, The crumbling wall, On which I fall. The eyes of danger, The blade of a knife, A forgotten treasure, A forgotten life.
I walked over to Octavius's lifeless body. I felt tears stream from my eyes and down my face. I couldn't leave him there so I grabbed his arms and pulled him outside.