Hidden in the depths of the darkest fragments of your mind; I still live, you still remember me, you still fear me. 
But you still love me, you still want me.
Though now I'm gone, I'm lost in the dreaded rifts in your mind, never to be seen again; you lost me.
For this is the one thing greater than me, this is darker; you are darker than my soul as only I have been drowned in your darkness.
All that remains of me is the solitude and silence, forged in the poisonous ice known as our love held with in the shards of our hearts.
Though we were too foolish to even notice that it was never pure untainted glass, it was alway broken shards.
But where did those shards fall, and are we bleeding?
  • JoinedApril 6, 2016



Story by 101MyQueen101
Transformation  by 101MyQueen101
Transformation
Philophobia, The fear of falling in love or emotional attachment. That's what they say he had... it was so ob...
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