In A Darkened Room (Interracial Love)

In A Darkened Room (Interracial Love)

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There he lays in a darkened room, beyond the reach of God's faith wounded, broken, shattered, with the remains of his souls betrayal. And as he and I stand together,our lives being based upon the lines we vowed unto each other, that the sacred ties we face would never fray. Still I sit here and allow myself to tell lies, while watching him die everyday. The innocence of my heart is bought and sold in the name of the damned and the rage of me is left silently cold. Though plead for him to forgive me, for I know not what I do. He stands alone with a pill to make him numb and the needle to help him hide the hurt he knows us true. He tries to bear the scares to deep to hide behind his fears of losing all that he is. Even though they' re already gone and buried deep within, the carcasses will be soon searching for a soul. He said he would never hurt, he would be there, hold me, and store the ships before it hits the storm. He said he'll never let me down but the horse stampedes and rages in the name of desperation takes over him. Paranoid delusions, they haunt him. He uses the needle to numb the pain, to dumb his senses; unfortunately, all the drugs in this works can even say him from his self. One of the of the days the sun will rise again, the darkened room will be lightened. The frost of the earth will melt away, the cold stone of heart will be thrown away. The creations of colors will seem to fade away. And the sickly hands of time will write your final rhyme, and end the long hard road of desperation. The stampedes will slow their marks. The delusions will find a heart. The carcasses will drift away. The scares will heal in time. And the hurt will crystalize while rage will crumble to dust. I never thought you let it get this far, but now your gone. The sickly hands have stricked, to mark you final destination. Leaving your precious angels silent and cold.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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