A/N:
This will be told in a weird style, sort of exposing the past??
And sorry it took so long, but now I'm just enjoying the holiday!
IDK XD
PLZ ENJOY!!
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The door to her hands
Slowly opened.
Inside the small room,
She glowed.
In both awe and enchantment,
She danced around.
Her hands reached towards
The salvation she's always dreamed about.
There lies
A million clocks.
Ticking to the rhythm
Of her veins
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Her eyes glistened, inside her world of a blank canvas, someone finally spilled a cacophony of colors into her imagination.
That man was so...
Captivating.
It made her mind swirl into happiness and drown her in a puddle of her own drool.
She never thought that infatuation was such a fascinating feeling.
She loved it.
Seeing him everyday was all she needed to survive.
It was like he was her oxygen.
But he just doesn't know.
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She cried
With happiness
She laughed
With sadness
The awfully familiar sound
Of a withering voice
Tried
To eat her.
But the quiet sound of clocks
Were hypnotizing.
*******
Her infatuation was rather odd.
She would giggle inside her dim room.
Her hands would slide down pictures of that man.
With a crooked smile, her heart would rise up to cloud nine.
It never frightened her, or rather, she was never worried.
However it got to her one colorful evening.
That she wasn't the only one infatuated with him.
It flicked a switch in her brain.
*******
Her small body
Was crushed by the void.
A shout
Of a whisper
Insanity we posses
Is merely a trait
The clocks surrounding
The deafening silence
*******
That indescribable laughter.
Those irresistible cravings.
Those eyes that could pierce through anything.
That evening, conveniently, it was raining cats and dogs.
The rivals clashed.
The devil killed the angel?
*******
She galloped
To the other end.
There
She collapsed.
And cried.
*****
The angel somehow survived. It was a miracle.
And jubilance was rather ripped out of the devil's grasp.
The one she love is lead to someone else.
And she was locked behind bars, forced to watch their happiness and feel her heart torn.
The strong yet fragile soul bled tears.
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The unbreakable
Is cracking open.
Fearing the past and
Dying with the future.
The clocks ticked
Ever so violently.
She would close her eyes
And never dare to open them.
Despair and desire
Are all the same
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"Love is nothing but a fake dreamland."
He made the devil begin, yet he made her end.
Love.
Love is nothing.
Love made her empty.
'What's the point in possessing these feelings?'
She threw emotions away and blended into the society.
The beautiful canvas covered in colors is beginning to decay and tarnish.
*******
Standing up
Again
She's realized
Reality
The past
Is a good place
To visit
Not a
Pleasant place
To stay.
Voice, To be continued.
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