The Beginning~

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This shattered and fragmented image I portray is too broken to be put together once again.
The constant question of, 'Will I be missed?' races my mind, yet his hooks have sunken deeply into my pitiful rotten heart.
What can I say?
I'm rotten to the core. With flies hovering above my corpselike body, maggots chewing at my decayed flesh, yet he finds this beautiful. What a strange boy...
As I lay on the floor rotting, roots soon wrapped around my body, and their thorns slicing my skin before digging into me. They worked their way into me, keeping a tight grip around me, yet slowly and carefully, they were breathing life back into my retched soul.
Chocolate eyes seemed to light up once having something to care for once again, these rose thorns were still wrapped around me though.
They're beautiful yet deadly, and even if I was considered low, forgotten, repulsive; they chose me. This is going to hurt. To pull them out, they're already so deep, they'd tear my flesh off as I'd wither back into the shell of who I used to be.
I love you, but the heartbreak that follows will be the tipping point for me.
I fear once taking these stunningly beautiful roses off, my vibrant self will crumble once again. I'll become lost just like before, and soon, slowly, deaths hand will take mine while taking the lead in this waltz. My body will go limp in deaths arms, proving he had won as the holes from where those beautiful flowers once were are bleeding out.
Ugly screams from me. Irony is at play. Polar opposites is what we are.
Blood oozes down my skin, drenching me in a crimson color as tears flow from my dull eyes. Cries of agony will escape tattered lips, is another heartbreak really worth it?
Is risking the last strand that keeps my heart worth it?
Love, feelings, emotions: you will be my downfall.
These stunning roses will be my downfall, and there's nothing I can do about it.
And I took the risk. And I completely destroyed the rest of my pitiful self-the ones I Love are dying, and so is my soul. Your sweet care has died, along with the rest of the world.

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