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Baneful LullabyI can hear the soft rustle of your lips,
it feels like falling down,
There's that faint scent of your blood
from all the cuts made,
carried by the wind...
it shreds me to thousand pieces.
Some things never change.
And all I remember,
all I can feel,
is the sense of those scars under my fingers,
along with the faint trails of blood
from the wounds that will never heal.
Love, that is the word that hurts above any other...
it bites deeper than fangs,
cuts harsher than a blade...
It's a burn of acid on my skin,
together with the ghosts of your kisses...
Love, that is a shadow of the pain
Ups and DownsHe admires my work
but the monkey of his avatar
still scratches its butt right into my face...
what an irony of a double meaning
and yet, that is how it supposed to be, today...
It seems I turned the stars on the sky to move
in different direction (and then forget about it)...
It was a frivolous, out of the mood, thing,
done just because I can and
to try it out,
for a change...
I am the God of my own Universe,
and in the end, I half-liked
this scrambling of peace,
especially while drunk...
But the hangover coffee tastes blunt in the mornings
and dreams fill my crusty eyes too long
The End, story IThe rain is melted steal and it falls.
She stands there, on the cold corner of the street, under the big red umbrella in the gray world and frequently shifts from feet to feet. Looking around. Waiting.
The skirt on her is washed so many times its former color can't be told. Patches, on the other hand, covering big tears and gaps, are multicolored, but all in dull shades. That skirt barely covers her pale legs, turning rapidly blue from coldness. It doesn't even reach the old, gray shoes she pulled over the naked feet.
Big jacket on her is obviously not hers, as she is barely visible under all the layers of fabric. Her tiny, white face is l
Prologue to The EndUnder the mechanical moon, they sit.
Hand in hand, lost for the rest of the world, eyes glazed with the sights of future that will never come. The sky is about to crash.
-I know how much you were trying -the first one starts, then stops to clear its throat. Then starts again.
-I know, ok? There was nothing more you could have done. I want you to know that. Remember that -
Silence filled with doubt welcomes these words. Then it turns into a sigh.
-If I only -starts the Second and the gentle fingers cover its lips, preventing it from talking.
-Nothing nothing in the whole universe.-First whispers-What is done is done,
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More