Flick of the wrist, a cut of the blade, and then we begin again this serenade. With the screaming of you, and the pleasureful pain, you might see why it is driving me insane. And as I slide down the wall once more, and the phone you held hits the floor, the moments hold me close to the thought of the end, and then they all begin to descend. "I have failed..." I say as I come to a rest, and you cry tears as though it were some test. With a deep breath a smile appears upon my face, and then with that I end the entire race. And now I watch you from where I stand, defeated, but not any longer upon the land. No pain, no emotion, no tears, as your thoughts create the greatest fears. With a flick of the wrist, and a cut of the blade, I ended the serenade.
-Selferas Hellshine
 DeviousRampart · Mon Feb 04, 2008 @ 03:40am · 2 Comments |
