...and your heart
By heart I mean
everything you stalk to kill
the grinding escape
of the darkest of nights
kiss the floor
'cos it'll be the last thing you see
From dusk to a Bloody Dawn
breathe a sigh
For she never was
Her heart the battlefield
gore smeared to salt
tears of angels fall from that crimson Sky...
And By Angels
I mean devils.
Author notes
Iamthemind, honey
A contest entry
- IAmTheMind by Improv Machinery.
490 points, ended August 29, 2007, 24 entries
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...What the fuck? I dont remember writeing this... I bet I was high... Sorta sounds like it...
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We wrote it on msn lol, copy n pasting, you ended up contributing so much I just had to give u credit!
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This is so different. It is definately like nothing I've ever read. Good luck in the contest, and thank you for the entry
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hmmmm, this is a real chinscratcher to say the least. im going to have to read this a few more times and comment back. just know that i am very intrigued.
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you keep scratching that chin of yours xx
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