

blood red lipsshe slams the doorblood red lips
so the windows shake and drives away in silence
she can’t see anything in the dead of night the space between then and now is filled with thick fog seeping into her head through the open windows
she tries to meditate clear her mind of the constant chaos the last sounds drop with the water into her lap her efforts are fruitless
the feeling of nothingness closing in around her creates a chain tying her foot to the gas no light, no distractions, no air just a need, a need to be
the clock flashes 3:24 &nb
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Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
-Jim Morrison
Thank you for reading the chapter ^^ I thought nobody would actually read it.
The rest is not nearly so good, as that chapter is from experience and other chapters are well, just fantasy. But i hope they will be as good some day
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This needle is a gun.
it's nice ..
hope you're doing fine miss,
ruben
xx
thanks for putting one of my pictures in your +fav-list.
shure means allot ..
he, we share the same age *jump, jump*
your devious information is so funny and your beautiful eyes make me happy ..
i'm not that 'into' poems (most cus i suck so hard at it..) but it's looks fine ..
keep it up
ruben
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