I was the only one in this world, this blank space. It was obviously a dream, no other place would only contain a 13 год old girl with an overactive imagination. I heard small cries, and I wondered if I truly was the only thing on this world. Then, I ran.
I ran the lengths and widths of the blank world, and kept running until I found a rock. A small, grey rock. Colorless. What was a little kore interesting was the figure on вверх of the rocks. She had black hair, as black as a rook's wing, and it made a curtain around her face. She wore grey, a simple grey dress. On her feet were rags. But her back was interesting. Sprouting from her back were a pair of black wings. This Энджел was interesting. She held her head in her hands, rustling her black silk hair back and fro. I moved to touch her, to Переместить her hands from her face. What came Далее shocked me. When I released her hands and saw her face, there was no face. Just a flap of skin. It was scary, frightening. But there was a strong aura coming off her. An aura that told me, get out.
Just something I came up with.
I ran the lengths and widths of the blank world, and kept running until I found a rock. A small, grey rock. Colorless. What was a little kore interesting was the figure on вверх of the rocks. She had black hair, as black as a rook's wing, and it made a curtain around her face. She wore grey, a simple grey dress. On her feet were rags. But her back was interesting. Sprouting from her back were a pair of black wings. This Энджел was interesting. She held her head in her hands, rustling her black silk hair back and fro. I moved to touch her, to Переместить her hands from her face. What came Далее shocked me. When I released her hands and saw her face, there was no face. Just a flap of skin. It was scary, frightening. But there was a strong aura coming off her. An aura that told me, get out.
Just something I came up with.
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my сердце is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look вперед to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my сердце is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look вперед to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.