AN: Please note that this may have dark stuff in it. Its just easier to write then all happy chappy what not, cue evil laughter. rated M for dark and disturbing scenes. remember there is a meaning to this and no, it is not suicide
Since days gone by we all have been dancing in the dark. puppets controlled by others whose, ropes don't go skin deep but have wrapped around hell's hearts. We have had our eyes forced closed since the bight of the fruit, yet to be open.
We are locked in a prison, with no escape. Keeping track of long lost day. cutting the rope but only cutting the surface. we longed to be freed but we do not see. what have we lost?
since days gone by we have been haunting the world. no meaning, no purpose, no life. We think we know but we do not see what hides beneath. Now hell's bell is ringing beneath the angular eyes. t hey have pretended that they care for us, nurtured us, taught us right from wrong... hypocrites.
We have all had our eyes closed and when at last they open we see us walking on a tightrope back and fourth day and night. Some of us fall and forget the light, as all they see forever more is the darkness of being 6 below. But those of us left, are forced to carry on like nothing has happened showing no emotion, no life. After all, to them, aren't we just puppets dancing in the night?
AN: Remember if you have any idea on what the meaning is comment it below. Hear is a clue it has something to do with triangles.
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random poems and what not
Historia Cortai cant write novels. the end , no comment. you see i struggle with the whole plot thing , so i have somehow managed two start writing poetry and hopefully these chapters wont crash burn and die. p.s. this is a competition, if you manage two find out...
