He kissed Ты slowly, and the feeling of Любовь drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And Ты went further on.
Ты walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much еще different than the other.
Ты enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
Ты shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. Ты grab the нож under your постель, кровати from when Ты were eating арбуз and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. Ты can’t control it. Ты walk out your door and towards the person Ты love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. Ты lift the нож into the air and try to hold back. Ты fingers cringe, trying to press the нож against his neck.
Ты feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. Ты let out a quiet sigh and smile. Ты are glad that Ты didn’t kill. Ты slowly lose grip of the нож and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the нож is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that Ты are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
Ты begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” Ты whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” Ты whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, Показ he would be gone any second.
Ты run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Любовь you.” Ты say slyly and step away from the body.
Ты walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much еще different than the other.
Ты enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
Ты shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. Ты grab the нож under your постель, кровати from when Ты were eating арбуз and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. Ты can’t control it. Ты walk out your door and towards the person Ты love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. Ты lift the нож into the air and try to hold back. Ты fingers cringe, trying to press the нож against his neck.
Ты feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. Ты let out a quiet sigh and smile. Ты are glad that Ты didn’t kill. Ты slowly lose grip of the нож and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the нож is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that Ты are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
Ты begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” Ты whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” Ты whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, Показ he would be gone any second.
Ты run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Любовь you.” Ты say slyly and step away from the body.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do Ты use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do Ты do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
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.
