Like a feral shadow , crawling in the gap between silence and whispers; he stood , waiting for something unexpected , without knowing his true place , keeping his blade asleep , using his words to amuse a kind heart , bound to betrayal and tears....a plague.
Like an obsidian statue , standing in a storm of madness and obsession ; she stood , waiting nothing , her eyes tired , drifting like a leaf in a hurricane ; her words silent , her eyes defiant ; sleeping in a dream of shakles and restrain....a curse.
Plague and Curse converge without truly seeking each other ; his blade crimson in blood , her eyes red in ablaze .
his words in her silence , her velvet skin on his scars.
so unexpected as obvious , so painful as pleasant.
anguish flying on rotten wings . it has just started.
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You are laughing at Me, because I am different... I am laughing at You, because You are the same...
(Eeeeeeeeee-vaaaaaaah!)
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when it recieved a DD. Sorry it has taken so long to send the thanks - their were many favorites.
aguante los ilustradores argentinos! aguante el talento argentino jajajaj
saludoss
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