Post by marred on Oct 14, 2005 19:41:52 GMT -4
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
the equine set an ebon dagger 'pon the land of acceptance. Heart hammering in his chest, he starts to lope slowly into the land. Daggerssoundlessly coliding with the sod below the brute. Tall blackened whispy stalks brush against the overlords pillers. The moon above glows, illuminating the cold world in a eeire warmth. His indigo optics glance around. Glowing feircly into the land of darkness. His pelt blending in with the world of emptiness. he sucks in the cool crisp air. The stags optics taking in the shadows and outlines of the world. moonlight bathing the mountainous land before him. Roughly chissled rocks sorround him while blackened pines tower out of the flat surface before it. Threatening shadows forming at the roughed edges of the side of one of the cliffs. Broncs spine prickles as the moon is covered by the passing clouds. Shadows eating the world and him in one bite. Still, being one of favor of the darkness he felt safe. The dark side of the brujo protecting him from all threats.
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
he takes off, closer to the cliffs. The adreniline rushing through his blood as the pitch darkness surrounds her. Rocks crumbling beneath his daggers, sharp rocks cutting her pillers slightly. the shadowed bruthen climbs up higher, the pain unnoticed. he was used the fear, pain, everything had already gone wrong in his past life. There was nothing more to scare him. The darkened clouds slowly weaken, slight rays of moonlight shatters the black. The demon looks down over the barren cliff he was reciding on temporaily. Thrill races through 'im. The earths bottom was a story below him. But it wasnt good enough. he wanted to relive the fear of before. His hinds pushed off the crumbling earth as he bolted farther up the jagged rock. Pillers trembling slightly in thrill. His drive to jump off was pleasing him greatly. he had an appetite for adeniline, pushing life to the edge was what he did best. Between the jades of rock long weeds grew. The moss began to thrive at the higher peaks. The rock became slippery and hard to stablize on now.
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
the highest peak was within reach. the brujo ziggzagged over the hardening surface untill she reached the top. The blood from his pillers now dripping onto her daggers, making them slippery. The moon had now fully overcome the clouds. shadows were abundent now. She dared himself to look down. Slowly, he stepped to the edge, cranium faced downwards. 'is frosty blue optics blazed into the hole below. the trees were now as small as ants below. the stags breathing became heavy, barrel moving harshly each breath. The thrill of jumping was pushing him over. He knew he shouldnt. Not this far up, the need to kill himself wasnt there like it had been years before. Instead he raised her crainium to the sky. A low, eeire whicker was released, shattering the dead air.
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
icky post, im sorry
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
the equine set an ebon dagger 'pon the land of acceptance. Heart hammering in his chest, he starts to lope slowly into the land. Daggerssoundlessly coliding with the sod below the brute. Tall blackened whispy stalks brush against the overlords pillers. The moon above glows, illuminating the cold world in a eeire warmth. His indigo optics glance around. Glowing feircly into the land of darkness. His pelt blending in with the world of emptiness. he sucks in the cool crisp air. The stags optics taking in the shadows and outlines of the world. moonlight bathing the mountainous land before him. Roughly chissled rocks sorround him while blackened pines tower out of the flat surface before it. Threatening shadows forming at the roughed edges of the side of one of the cliffs. Broncs spine prickles as the moon is covered by the passing clouds. Shadows eating the world and him in one bite. Still, being one of favor of the darkness he felt safe. The dark side of the brujo protecting him from all threats.
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
he takes off, closer to the cliffs. The adreniline rushing through his blood as the pitch darkness surrounds her. Rocks crumbling beneath his daggers, sharp rocks cutting her pillers slightly. the shadowed bruthen climbs up higher, the pain unnoticed. he was used the fear, pain, everything had already gone wrong in his past life. There was nothing more to scare him. The darkened clouds slowly weaken, slight rays of moonlight shatters the black. The demon looks down over the barren cliff he was reciding on temporaily. Thrill races through 'im. The earths bottom was a story below him. But it wasnt good enough. he wanted to relive the fear of before. His hinds pushed off the crumbling earth as he bolted farther up the jagged rock. Pillers trembling slightly in thrill. His drive to jump off was pleasing him greatly. he had an appetite for adeniline, pushing life to the edge was what he did best. Between the jades of rock long weeds grew. The moss began to thrive at the higher peaks. The rock became slippery and hard to stablize on now.
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
the highest peak was within reach. the brujo ziggzagged over the hardening surface untill she reached the top. The blood from his pillers now dripping onto her daggers, making them slippery. The moon had now fully overcome the clouds. shadows were abundent now. She dared himself to look down. Slowly, he stepped to the edge, cranium faced downwards. 'is frosty blue optics blazed into the hole below. the trees were now as small as ants below. the stags breathing became heavy, barrel moving harshly each breath. The thrill of jumping was pushing him over. He knew he shouldnt. Not this far up, the need to kill himself wasnt there like it had been years before. Instead he raised her crainium to the sky. A low, eeire whicker was released, shattering the dead air.
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
icky post, im sorry
