It's Eventual
His blood curdles up his lungs, like a stark mad raven up a tree. He hits the ground, and shockwaves quake the rested sea. They form tsunamis that cascade off her cheeks, and upon her chest. Inhale, exhale: a dying breath. She springs up from her sleep like a landmine in disguise. The sweat beads form necklaces of guilt, around her slender neck that binds and lies. A noose: shiny choker that adorns her well; a guillotine of broken fairy tales. She soaks there in her jewelry box, ripping out her golden locks. She screams for the sweet demise within her mind, and in her eyes. If only she could bring him back, her eyes then would not cry. Not because she misses him, but because she never thought that she would soughtto kill a man for fame, fortune, or for a name...so for now she sits there in distraught. Equipped with disdain inside her thoughts: She realizes that fortunate shes not, for misfortune is not the same within this realm, within this plot. She utters out in words of silence: In this game, the cheaters will eventually be caught. She pulls the trigger: a resonating shot. The last bits of her essence splash upon the walls, forming vivid paintings out of blots, as her lifeless body slowly rots. The real tragedy lies within the chance that she will slowly creep out of your thoughts: killing her further, and burying her deeper under endless amounts of gravestone plots. Its eventualis it not?
By: DUJJUD
His blood curdles up his lungs, like a stark mad raven up a tree. He hits the ground, and shockwaves quake the rested sea. They form tsunamis that cascade off her cheeks, and upon her chest. Inhale, exhale: a dying breath. She springs up from her sleep like a landmine in disguise. The sweat beads form necklaces of guilt, around her slender neck that binds and lies. A noose: shiny choker that adorns her well; a guillotine of broken fairy tales. She soaks there in her jewelry box, ripping out her golden locks. She screams for the sweet demise within her mind, and in her eyes. If only she could bring him back, her eyes then would not cry. Not because she misses him, but because she never thought that she would soughtto kill a man for fame, fortune, or for a name...so for now she sits there in distraught. Equipped with disdain inside her thoughts: She realizes that fortunate shes not, for misfortune is not the same within this realm, within this plot. She utters out in words of silence: In this game, the cheaters will eventually be caught. She pulls the trigger: a resonating shot. The last bits of her essence splash upon the walls, forming vivid paintings out of blots, as her lifeless body slowly rots. The real tragedy lies within the chance that she will slowly creep out of your thoughts: killing her further, and burying her deeper under endless amounts of gravestone plots. Its eventualis it not?
By: DUJJUD