Who's Dead
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Ongoing51m
Last published Mon, Nov 27, 2017
The morning is pale and the past shall die
You will embrace loneliness once more
Open your eyelids that cover up the night
You must not fear the ill-boding shadows
Like a doll born
out of a gloomy casket
Your body is red and frozen
and your heart is soothed and raised by the dark
Can you see me?
With how cold our joined hands feel
I'm digging my bloody nails into you
So frown upon me
Let's destroy
our conclusion filled with mysteries
that continues ahead
Rather than dying all empty
with my wings and legs ripped off
There is another me
who loves someone so much that it hurts
Well, which one of us
is a figment of imagination?
What is more horrifying than a splitting scream
is the whispering amongst people
Nothing but the power of evil words
manipulates hearts and spreads
I want to touch you
Even if everyone else disappears
Will I fall for your lie?
Don't smile so beautifully
Let's exchange
the hope that will be created someday
as if falling in love
Even if it's smeared in blood and tears
What is waiting isn't despair
There is another you
and even if I hurt you so much that I kill someone
Hey, what in the world
is 'sin?'
Ah, we are here
The truth is, we want to live
so much that it hurts
But you already long since know
the answer, right?
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."
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