Okay,I know Im really slow with updating sorry sorry.
I just want to write some angst and sad shit. I know it sucks okay? I'm sorry but I'm really losing interest in writing.
Ty
A beautiful night it was,
The streets were empty in the darkness that the night gave.
Yet there was a single boy, sitting on a bench.
He was looking into... Nothing.
He was in his own world at that moment.
He made him begin.
He was the beginning.
The memories of the Red haired boy repeated in his blank head.
Then he heard it.
Ah woo
He turned around,
Darkness
He wanted to see him
So
So much
But his mother's words had him wondering
' Is it impossible? '
' What a joke,
Everything is possible
The lies he spoke with those golden eyes of his, those eyes that screamed hatred.
The blue haired boys voice was quiet and quite deep from all the crying and the expanded lungs.
Deeper
Deeper
The morning that linked them with tough mourning before tearing the hearts apart
"please tell me something you can't withstand anymore. "
"I don't love you anymore"
"I'm sorry. "
"if you're calling me a sinner, I know you have much more to say. "
"sorry for my crime, you suffered for. "
The blue haired boy cried for countless days and nights
"please dry my eyes "
"I will, slut"
He didn't mean to say it,
But he did either way
The sound of the piano,
The old wooden piano echoed in the hallway.
Faster
Faster
Break
Choke
Love
Hate
Judge
Bruise
Fall
Die
The red haired boy came in to see the lonely beauty in the room, piano red.
The melody was still playing even without the blue haired boy touching it.
He just stood there,
Then disappeared.
A lie
The lie grew.
He was trying so hard to find the real boy not another imagination.
He knows that they got different nights and morning. They aren't just boring.
One's wrists are bruised and he wakes up to only see a broken mirror.
I wish I could love myself
The others wrists are clean but are screaming for attention, he wakes up to a table with a beautiful picture.
They want to dream more.
They want to hope more,
But they think that the time has come to leave
It's their fate
It's their truth
Maybe they will never fly
Or touch the sky
But they still reach up their hands.
"are you okay?"
"No"
What to do?
He said no.
Run run run
Wide awake he runs
Don't cry
He opens the door and meets a pair of blue eyes
No lie
They crash into a hug.
They will fly and touch the sky.
The first love can be a success
They found their way
They never felt that way before
"Never leave me alone"
Then it came,
He shut his door,
Dreams don't come true
Police cars
A red blanket
A yellow ball with red splatters
The lie only grew
It swallowed him.
He ran
And ran
And ran
The lovely blue haired boy was handcuffed, his shirt bloody
"Sir, what do you need?"
"We have no time,
We have to send the corpse for investigation. "
"Start, lie"
"Yes,
I killed my own mother with my own two hands with the help of my kitty. "
He couldn't believe it.
The angel.
Killed.
"Any last words?"
"Love yourself. "
Shot
