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Post by x.Sphinxia.x on Jul 10, 2006 14:13:28 GMT -5
x.Like a Falcon,
I do fly.
Soar above,
Cry for you.
Blackened heart,
Spirit stoned.
I come to here,
Lying to fly.x
x.Here I come,
Watch for me.
The mountain stings,
Underneath.
Help me fly,
To a home.x
x.Find me here,
Help me sing,
Find my soul,
Rip it apart.
My soul so gray,
Laid in the dust.x
x.Find me here,
Take me home.
I am your slave,
I do your biddings.
Take me home
Before I cry.x |
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Post by caballo on Jul 10, 2006 14:40:47 GMT -5
.Better Stop Pretending.
Lucid occui searched the never ending lands, okay, well they were ending, in a certain sense. So many events had made him completely unaware of where he was going. Love hurt, it was something never to be toyed with, and possibly, even hopefully never to be felt. The agony of it was too much. For once everything fit together, like a puzzle, then another comes along and messes everything up. He had never felt that roller coaster emotionally, but he was part of the audience at one point in him life. How horrid it was, as life and affection ripped and tore their hearts. It was truly painful and horrid, but... wait a second! Why should he care. He was a score, it was his life to kill. It was Sangre's life to be emotionless.
Puzzled form emerged from the emerald brush, contentment was hardly visible as he advanced forth. There always seemed to be a steel cloud stalking him, while his lurking continued. Brute was here for a reason, not saying he was scared of Ishtar or anything, he just didn't like the idea of being skinned alive for not making an alliance member feel uncomfortably cozy. Chapped librums slipped apart, as shallow, uneven breaths entered his lungs and then escaped them, in a new form. They seemed to make the evil brujo seem unfit and in terrible need of exercise. Crimson splashed his ivory tinted pelt, from afar, you might think he was on a hunting spree, but it was just natural hue, unfortunatly.
Movements ended as charred daggs came beneath his bodice. A nice chat would be splended, for a pitiful herd member. Maybe this huntress was different, unlike the rest of us. Okay, that's how everyone is, but no one has to know, it can be our little secret, more like nightmare. Eerie lyris emitted into the churning oxygen.
'Lo minx. I am known as Sangre. I demand to know your own tagging.
.That This Is Never Ending.
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Post by x.Sphinxia.x on Jul 10, 2006 15:31:09 GMT -5
x.The shadows edges nearer,
oh so near.
I gasp as I see something emerge,
Should this be the one.
A cackle escapes from the sky,
My mind was up there.x
x.Could it,
Should it?
It hurt so deeply,
The cutting shadows.
But something comes,
He hurts the shadows.x
x.He talks so quietly,
I do not understand.
I try to listen,
but can only hear whispers.
Or is that what it is?
Whispers taunting me?.x
.xHe seems desperate,
as if scared.
Should I care for him?
I dare not,
but I try,
Try to forget,
The haunting sounds.x
Should I care whether or not of names in this wretched world?
x.Something passed,
through my labrums.
Dare I think of those words again?
NEVER!
I shall not even think of another again!.x
x. sky shrieks it's song,
Letting me speak again.
A daring act,
Even for a demon.
The falcon's orbs lurk,
bearing into a soul.
Try me it says,
but not again.x
But how considerate of you to try and whisper a dubbance out of me, when all I am is shadows, as you are of my mind.
x. Cackling voices sound from me,
Oh not again.
My life is nothing,
Always shall be,
But what can I do?
I can be a shadow..
Thats what I do.x |
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Post by wowposter on Nov 11, 2008 23:53:12 GMT -5
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