Welcome, Twisted Sweety (Gypsy Lover/Rain/Tainted Blood)

He is your world. He is the one you would live and die for. You love the color of his skin - different from yours - the perfect balance between light and dark, day and night. You love the way he tells you that he loves you. He says he'll marry you someday. But your mom does not approve. You wonder every day how anyone can be so bigoted. Has she not felt the way you do at some point in her life? She doesn't understand, just rants and raves about your "taste in men" in that nasal

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You first came to me
Out of curiosity
Then with mystery
It grew more

You found me again
With a little something more
Becoming more personal
Something never had before

I brought you things
Never thought existed
Felt things before
Somethings became twisted

Being opposites
Having conflict
Growing fond
Sharing hearts

Never fully accepted
You gave me up
Being opposites
Ment to much

“Give them hell, kid”
And you did
“Never say die”
And yet you did

We lost the game
Captain, you gave in
Lilith cam… Continue

The lapsing silence
Filling that void
Where once stood
A figure of loneliness

With a slipping soul
Means blurring existence
A fading life
Facing down lies

Silent tears
Releases the rains
A cracking heart
Lightning striking

Terrifying screams
Shattering the silence
Dripping life
Staining time’s fabric

Violent rips
Rippling steady stream
Of flowing events
Not making amends

Careless confessions
Dripping from tongues
To hang mid-air
Only sink into skin

No blockades
No watching guards
Truthful… Continue

For as long as I could remember
I held onto just a thread.
This fragile little lifeline
Was all that I had.

He said that he loved me
But didn’t want to hurt,
I loved him dearly too
But it didn’t seem to work.

Days turned to weeks,
Then eventually into months.
His soul is slipping deeper,
Soon to meet the Grim Reaper.

He cared enough, though,
To keep it all inside.
Afraid the world would know…
So instead he decided to hide.

Through all the broken hearts
And losing of his sanity,
He thought to… Continue

Perched on a high branch of the Bumble Birch tree, Hanz watched his Maker as he worked on his next creation in his Book of Life. Dipping the quill into the inkwell and looping it across the newly woven spider’s web pages was the only motion that could be seen in the study as far as Hanz could tell. Having the ability to read upside down, he watched as his maker added onto his story of his life, telling the exact moment, controlling it as it carried out into his future.
Hanz always wondered about… Continue