I look in the mirror
And I see evil
But it doesn't scare me
It's who I am
It's what courses through my metallic veins
I guess this is me
And it always will be
••••••••••••••••••••••••••
The moon is my best friend
It shows up every night to listen to what I have to say
I feel I can tell it anything
But one night it left....
Why?
Did it not like me anymore?
Was I a nuisance?
An annoyance?
Did I do something wrong?
I thought I might never see the white stone I had come to Любовь ever again
But it was ok
For the Далее night, it came back
And listened to everything I had to say
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
G-Sil
Even the name makes me cringe
She scares me
She hurts me
She even attempts to kill me
I feel as if one of doesn't belong
One of us will eventually have to leave
But is G-Sil the one who has to leave,
или is it me?
Yep. Silhouette likes to write Поэзия now. Why? I like to write poetry. :P hope ya like the article! Ima go to постель, кровати now.
And I see evil
But it doesn't scare me
It's who I am
It's what courses through my metallic veins
I guess this is me
And it always will be
••••••••••••••••••••••••••
The moon is my best friend
It shows up every night to listen to what I have to say
I feel I can tell it anything
But one night it left....
Why?
Did it not like me anymore?
Was I a nuisance?
An annoyance?
Did I do something wrong?
I thought I might never see the white stone I had come to Любовь ever again
But it was ok
For the Далее night, it came back
And listened to everything I had to say
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
G-Sil
Even the name makes me cringe
She scares me
She hurts me
She even attempts to kill me
I feel as if one of doesn't belong
One of us will eventually have to leave
But is G-Sil the one who has to leave,
или is it me?
Yep. Silhouette likes to write Поэзия now. Why? I like to write poetry. :P hope ya like the article! Ima go to постель, кровати now.
Andrew.
Memorandum: Re: St. Christoph's Square
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE Чтение DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do Ты REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE Чтение DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do Ты REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
My first story, so, if Ты wanna make suggestions, post of a Форум ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and Собаки yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and Собаки yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
Once upon a time, Tydus, Torren, Mef and Zanehorn were in the magical land of арахис масло, сливочное масло when Zanehorn had an idea.
'LETS ALL WEAR арахис масло, сливочное масло =D' he yelled.
Torren jumped into the арахис масло, сливочное масло and hugged Tydus tightly, eventually asphixiatining him and causing his demise.
Then Zanehhorn ran around with only арахис масло, сливочное масло on while Torren and Mef threw Шоколад at each other.
Tydus' dead body was re-animated by a арахис demon and he attacked everyone yelling 'TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLORAEG!!!!!!!!!!'
Mef ate Tydus and resumed throwing things at Torren and Zanehorn remained covered while making out with Seuris in a corner.
And Tydus was watching down from Heaven, talking to St. Micheal.
Tydus pointed to Torren. 'He's my brother (3' he said.
'And you're proud of that?' Micheal asked.
'Not really,' сказал(-а) Tydus going back to eat some andy clouds'
'LETS ALL WEAR арахис масло, сливочное масло =D' he yelled.
Torren jumped into the арахис масло, сливочное масло and hugged Tydus tightly, eventually asphixiatining him and causing his demise.
Then Zanehhorn ran around with only арахис масло, сливочное масло on while Torren and Mef threw Шоколад at each other.
Tydus' dead body was re-animated by a арахис demon and he attacked everyone yelling 'TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLORAEG!!!!!!!!!!'
Mef ate Tydus and resumed throwing things at Torren and Zanehorn remained covered while making out with Seuris in a corner.
And Tydus was watching down from Heaven, talking to St. Micheal.
Tydus pointed to Torren. 'He's my brother (3' he said.
'And you're proud of that?' Micheal asked.
'Not really,' сказал(-а) Tydus going back to eat some andy clouds'
