they killed
they hunted
they slaughtered thousands of innocent people in a rings of tartarus
satan simpered.
they danced in pretty patterns of
bloodshed which formed the basis of
their macabre dance. his strum, her twirl;
her laugh, his hand – a tango that relayed the emotions that they should not have, nearing them to their goals, their hearts' desires.the more they killed, the more they became closer to life.
eclipsed in half-lights of the pink sparkle that the heart carried, rising up in the air to join
K ingdom H earts,
they watched them,
the red splatter on the floor,
their emotionless faces
they were only killing people to bring themselves back to life!
to make their selves gain the emotions that were rightfully theirs, stolen from the darkness, which they hoped to have.
they might be going to hell, and the whole cause might be insanity but s t i l l
with those stolen hearts, once they held them,
alive and beating,
and theirs,
they could admit to each other...
with honesty. with passion
that they loved each other
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(love me...)
