Too much work + too much coffee = up all night = bad poetry This is gonna be long and tedious...Anyone up for some? XDDDDD **Notes in the next post. (If anyone is still interested...= =) -------------------------------------------------------------- "I've done dreadful things. Monstrous things. And there will be a price." You stood there, hands stiffly holding down burgundy red like curled whips of smoke, seeping out of the fabric submerged A present from someone who loves me. A scarf from someone who loved you. Who loved you "You remember when I first came to London?" Lost. Bewildered. A fresh water lily out of the pond. A white scroll of paper. "You have the only two things worth having..." But I didn’t come looking for trouble. "...looks..." Deceiving. "...and youth." Fleeting. The face: Unforgettable In a place where my bounds no longer exist where there may be a new set of rules "The world is yours." Or yours? The desires: Unthinkable "I suggest we raise a little hell." Before cold reason takes hold Let my past bleed into your present till none of us know the face of tomorrow People are talking. They always will. The same line, those Words. "You're perfect." If only you knew. The curse: Unimaginable A dark-haired girl passes us, clinging to her Caucasian mate Blood-red lips curled upwards Lined eyes narrowed, because of the sun, or because of the thrill of the chase. "This is not my true face!" I scream silently into your reflection vaguely masked in the glaze. Forever young Those blue eyes. That raven hair. "I never age." "Heavens, God. What are you?" A dragon hairpin on your drawer A crimson shawl in your bed. "I am what you made me." A long coat floating down streets of grey A blur of exotic among beats of red. Forever perfect "What's your secret?" The sun was so hot. "If I told you, I'll have to kill you." My skin scorched under Helios' gaze. "How terrifying." Your touch. Forever cursed "What's in there?" I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "Give me the key!" I'm sorry. So sorry. Your hands become stone. So heavy. So cold. Red wisps in the water limp on the floor "I have seen my soul." "And there will be a price." -- We are the artists of the time, we dream in sculpture, dream in rhyme. For you we bring our world alive, so something will survive. --

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