Beyond the place that I could see
Is were you are
Out of my grasp for only a while
Unable to hear your voice
To feel the comfort of your words
I had you by my side
For only a short while
You left so suddenly
Yet in earnest I search for a way to find you
But I know I can stop
Because you are here by my side
And in my heart.
You will never leave me
I know you will protect me
After all you are my big brother.
And you have never left my side or my heart.
I am tangled in these lies
That I have told
Struggling endlessly to break free
All the while their grip gets stronger
It seems hopeless to try
See what Ive become for you
Do you see me trapped
Here in this web
That gets stronger by the minute
Why dont you help cut me loose
Why do you just stand there and stare
I guess you can truly see the beast I have become
Im past the point of no return
So I wont ask for your help
For who would help this animal I have become.
Please dont look at me
This animal
Just walk away
Far away
To protect yourself.
"little black dog little black cat little black susie and her little black hat~!"
Whistling, scraping deep voice.
Resonating through the trees, small flakes of dark dried blood flaking in small granules from his pelt, drifting down to taint the pure forest floor, replaced by dark sanguine drops from the pulsing hearts impaled upon his tines.
Rivers flowed down over his back, down his slim legs, bloodied hoof prints upon the grass.
His metallic eyes remained blank, as if not really seeing anything at all.
I often come up with little things in my head, like scenes, but I never really have the muse to finish them and make something proper out of them. x3
I want to have a blog where I can keep these little bits of literature so that I don't loose them.
It's nothing special. I'm far from a good writer. Some of the stuff here didn't/won't happen in TEF, some might be the past for characters... Eh, useless stuff really.
Argh, I hate how hard it is to get these scenes out of my head...
Also, I don't do requests, these are dependant on inspiration, hope you guys understand... ^^
Frivilous vainity it was.
That constant clinging to the shreds of colour and decorations that adorned their heads.
I love to watch them squirm.
An innocent approach, a flash of light, and they're enraged in seconds.
Go ahead.
Go sit by them.
Maybe they'll turn an eye on you and you'll become the apple of their eye.
You'll get what you crave.
Love.
Attention.
Affection.
Not by choice no.
Solitude was a choice for many but for him, a decision made by others.
Fuckers.
Just one those things eh?
Some pretty little people get thrust into the lime-light and the rest stand on the edges waiting to see if they're noticed.
Couldn't even get a fawn to sit with him.
How pathetic was that?