I am the Black Midas,
King of terrible mistakes.
You must run from me,
And the disasters that I make.
Where once there was another,
Whose touch could turn all to gold.
I can only make things crumble,
A curse I’d long foretold.
A black robe and chains trail behind me,
The grass will wither beneath my steps.
Hide from me if you can,
The embodiment of pestilence.
Everything rots within my hands,
Everything around me doomed to perish.
I’m catastrophe to all I love,
Death to all I cherish.
All my hopes and dreams will fall apart,
Before I realise what I’ve done.
If I could reach up far enough,
My touch would blot out the sun.
Show me kindness and be damned,
For mine is the kiss of death.
My fate is to make all things ash,
Under my ruinous caress.
My cries for help ignored,
Anything I build will come to nothing.
All men will cringe from me,
The plague bearer is coming.
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meh. seriously you haven't destroyed anything, okay?
And yeah, heh, Rose has been waaaaaaaay worse, lol. -
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Heh, thank you
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Toooooold ya.
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These things aren't true, and I know that you feel they are, but you'll come to realize that it is not the end of the world. You haven't destroyed anything, but love can be a painful thing and it is something all of us must overcome at some point in our lives. Don't give up on life just yet.
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I will love and lose many things in my lifetime. I know that. This is just the realisation that if i have a good thing, i will ruin it somehow.
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You haven't ruined anything, hon'. She doesn't hate you, and she's not going to drop your friendship. Take my word on that, because I've pushed her to the edge and farther plenty of times, and she's always come back. It'll be okay...even if there's no romance.
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