Post blue [or blue post]
Cutia de chibrituri rasuna pe marmura rece in toate colturile cimitirului.Fata scoase un betisor si aprinse toate cele 4 lumanari, apoi aseza trandafirii pe mormant. Nu simtea nimic din ceea ce ar fi trebuit sa simta, in afara de ura pentru omul din spatele ei iar ploaia nu mai spala nici un pacat de asta data.But you know what is? Revenge. I heard it's best served cold. Who's hungry?
The panic was long gone while the resegnance and indifference took place on her face.She knew that his influence on her mind was intensified by the circumstances and by that natural charm of him, the way he seemed honest and carrying, and by the burning love that killed both of them till ash was all that was left of them. All that made her proud that she could gave her life for him and even more happier that she won't leave him alone. It almost felt that it would be her right do to that. Goodbyes had no point and so there was the exhausted long list of explantions, expressed feelings and sorries for that old broken promise.There was nothing to say anymore, walking in circles with no words, with nothing at all but screams and regrets, memories and blue spots in the air.Revenge? If you still care don't ever let me know.
Lichidul lipicios o amuza la inceput pe micutza de langa pat, doar privirea mult prea fixa a mamei ii dadea uneori fiori.Albul rochiei contrasta dureros cu sangele putred de pe dantela si imbibat in podea iar vantul suiera prin camere facand ferestrele sa se ciocneasca. Fetita tresarea de fiecare data iar in curand picaturi calde ii umezira obrajii din motive pe care nici ea nu le intelegea, ci simplul simt al unui copil de 3 ani le cauzase, in timp ce privea intrebator spre omul ce stergea acum teava neagra a unei jucarii pe care ea nu avea voie sa o atinga. O certase atunci cand a incercat sa se joace cu ea.
Note: He wasn't a murder from the beginning.The obsessive thirst for more and absolution broke a mind and a happiness to sensitive and talented man. He was kind and pacient at the start. The world made him selfish and revengefull. He wasn't a murderer from the beginning..
The panic was long gone while the resegnance and indifference took place on her face.She knew that his influence on her mind was intensified by the circumstances and by that natural charm of him, the way he seemed honest and carrying, and by the burning love that killed both of them till ash was all that was left of them. All that made her proud that she could gave her life for him and even more happier that she won't leave him alone. It almost felt that it would be her right do to that. Goodbyes had no point and so there was the exhausted long list of explantions, expressed feelings and sorries for that old broken promise.There was nothing to say anymore, walking in circles with no words, with nothing at all but screams and regrets, memories and blue spots in the air.Revenge? If you still care don't ever let me know.
Lichidul lipicios o amuza la inceput pe micutza de langa pat, doar privirea mult prea fixa a mamei ii dadea uneori fiori.Albul rochiei contrasta dureros cu sangele putred de pe dantela si imbibat in podea iar vantul suiera prin camere facand ferestrele sa se ciocneasca. Fetita tresarea de fiecare data iar in curand picaturi calde ii umezira obrajii din motive pe care nici ea nu le intelegea, ci simplul simt al unui copil de 3 ani le cauzase, in timp ce privea intrebator spre omul ce stergea acum teava neagra a unei jucarii pe care ea nu avea voie sa o atinga. O certase atunci cand a incercat sa se joace cu ea.
Note: He wasn't a murder from the beginning.The obsessive thirst for more and absolution broke a mind and a happiness to sensitive and talented man. He was kind and pacient at the start. The world made him selfish and revengefull. He wasn't a murderer from the beginning..
hm. love it..