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Love LastsRoses may be red
And violets may actually be
And not blue.
Your heart may pound in your chest.
The wind howling through a
Where an old man greets her and
The earth above her decayed corpse.
With a flourish of shaking hands,
He leaves a fresh box of chocolates against her grave marker.
The dollar tree bags lay near by.
He had woken up early to be the first in line,
and to get the very best of her favorite
Even when he knew exactly what would happen.
It would rot,
Or someone would find it and sinfully eat what wasn't theirs.
Or maybe it would be lucky and stay in the same place.
Above the memory of a wife lost.
Caressing the ground between him and her remains.
But he doesn't care.
She deserves the best,
In either heaven or here on Earth.
In The DarkIf it wasn't for the rain
Collecting on the insides of my cheeks,
I would have thought you had left me.
If it wasn't for the snow
Causing innocent collisions along our road,
I would have never herd you scream.
If it were to start hailing,
How would you fare?
Would you try to catch them?
Angels tears falling from the clouds.
If it were to start smiling
I wouldn't agree with your emotions.
Smilies are stupid.
Only the weak smile for real.
Fallen AngelsIt seems.
It looks like
All color stops
At one point.
Where dreams shrivel.
Where heartbeats slow
And heart monitors work
The pavement feels cold beneath
Your eyes can almost make out
The silhouette of your best friends hand,
"Come with me. We'll start a new life
Together," she calls.
Her lips the exact shade of red
That makes your spine tingle
In false excitement.
Hair the color of a ravens wing.
Dress as white as snow.
Heart as black as midnight.
"I'm coming, my love." you call back to her.
Sometimes you think back to that day
When you gave up everything for her.
Every wonderful memory.
The sound of your mothers laughter.
Your baby sisters squeals of excitement on the first day
The touch of your fathers hand
On the small of your back.
You gave all that up,
As your boots travel the unwanted ground,
The distance between you and her,
Your mind strays to unpleasant thoughts.
Is it worth it?
Will I miss th
The Taste Of IronIn the dim, remaining light that created shadows, a silver pen danced frantically. The ancient bloodline of the Hellsing family kept one true Nosferatu in its possession. A solid demeanor built out of only blood and sweat came known to be Integra Hellsing. With brutal etiquette, perfect posture, and the "no life king" a loyal dog for the church of England, Integra ran the Hellsing organization with an iron fist. Even when her duty to her country kept her up past midnight, her demeanor of granite didn't falter. Among her other good qualities, Sir Integra Hellsing brought to the round table her strong work ethic.
She had just sent her slave, Alcuard out on a mission to slaughter a pair of loose freaks. His demonic grin and that crazy glint in his eye didn't faze her. Alucard had lowered into a deep bow before her, finishing with a simple, "Yes my master."
Now she waited for her order to be fulfilled and her loyal pet return to his place. She continued, without a pause in her staccato sc
Wishing ForeverThe past has seeped beneath
Upon the span of skin between
Her eye lid and sweeping
Residing within every
Freckle dropped upon her face.
An ace child.
Of the highest ranks;
The truest beauties.
But you may not notice
Those calculating eyes blinking
Whenever she lies.
For the past has ruined her.
Mind and soul.
Surrounding her thoughts with dreadful
Images, whispered words in angst,
And tears reminiscing with her cheeks.
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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