aeonblack6

Time spent chasing people I dont know,
for the sake of whats best for me
from the visions of a skeleton, maybe now I can see.
We sit on a suspended platform miles above life
I know that youre dying, before you even tell me.
Its a strange moment to feel, being here with you, pre-dead.
Not awkward, nor silent, nor sadjust solemn.
Its time...
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Simply put, it has been plaguing me. That same old vision of the bloody mare, washing herself clean in a pure river. The ebbing motions of that old creek have always accepted her, even now in her darkest moment. It continues to flow, even while she stains and pollutes the once glorious river. Many years ago, it was a large river, far too wild for...
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I never forgot you. Not for a minute. When you gathered your courage and left, in a way, I left with you. Hell, everyone needs a friend watching over them. When you found your new life, I watched from afar as the past slipped from you. You've forgotten who you are, my old friend. Back here, you were another person. Not a god damn thing...
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I got you a new winter jacket, one to keep the frost out. Told you to bundle up, to be immortal from the cold,
but you were freezing from the inside. I got you a new winter jacket, but it hasn't done shit for you, because you're the same cold bitch that you've always been...I guess that's winter.

I'm dreaming again, this time i'm on the docks. It's an overcast day and everything is in black and white. There are hundreds of ships in the harbour and people are everywhere. Women, men, children and their pets. Everyone is covered in oil and their eyes are bleeding. When they speak it sounds as if they're speaking through an oscillator, making their voices sound dark,...
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So wide awake now. My left arm is still stuck in a dream, so i twitch for you. I don't know where you're going with this joke, but i'll laugh anyways. And you should know, that it hurts me looking away from you...isn't that sweet? I'm so sweet, you know? I can see your sweet little crooked teeth begin to show themselves to me again,...
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The ship had travelled down the river and was just now coming into port. The passengers filing out into their camps along the shore, dragging their belongings through the muddy sand. Corse, as his friends called him, was somewhere in the crowd, though none of his friends were with him. His face blended into the crowd, just as indefinate as the expressions he normally held....
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