09-12-2007, 04:21 PM
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Moths
From across the hall, she hears the noise of cracking knuckles,
Staggers a bit more in this wrong place, at this wrong hour...
With scary, black butterflies buzzing at the light bulbs,
And the sound of broken ribs will soon pick up the featuring...
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Drops of blood will follow him around and a quick kiss at the back of his neck
Will send him upwards to the sky and straight into her tight embrace....
Her scent will force him to come to a halt and shivers will start running down his spine....
Her callous fingers will push him forward...'till she's thrust through him
*Drip* *Drip*.....He looks down...loses his balance
And he's positive that's not maple syrup leaking out of him...
"Payback's a bitch.” He utters disappointed,
While the winged figure finally steals his last breath.
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We thought of ourselves as humans in a world of cats and dogs and way better would have been for us if we weren’t so naïve…
It’s possible that we could’ve been wrong about the longitude and latitude of the place in which we found ourselves…
Or maybe the kitties were the ones misleading us….But why should we stress anymore?
Lets take another smoke and afterwards carry our heavy steps to the dream like possibilities of the drawing from which we have torn off some time ago
Last edited by Yuuko; 09-13-2007 at 10:45 AM.
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