this week, this month, this year... what's been going on? let's see...
A warm trickle flows out. She waits for life to flow out with it, bit by bit, if only it'd move faster. That beat got louder, inconsistent yet rhythmic. First a tiny shock, then to a throb. She wished the warm trickle were a mood ring, where every death could show the emotion of the victim.The claws of death sizzle with joy as her vision blurred. Oh joy. Its finally taking effect. They said life can be seen literally ebbed out of a person. She wasn't going to wait to find out. It was all too much. First death penetrated the closest human love she's ever knew, next she was deemed too busy, then she found out she was a joke. People think all there is to her are mood swings, really dangerous mood swings.Well, no. Its not like that. She's kept some things inside that could never come out through speech, only through indirect descriptions decoded by a select few. She knew even deaeth could not describe it, but she knew she would be heard. Probably. May be. Or it could be a joke too. She could hear death seething, the grasp of its embracing arms beckoning her. Enticing. She fought but still she felt the pull and the heat already burning her skin...
Yup. My heart broke, got fixed, broke, got fixed, broke, got fixed...i hope that person who mends my heart doesnt get tired of all this. But I doubt. He's always there and he'll never be a single second different. =) I love my God.
I love you still and always will. No matter how much of a joke I am.
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