Under chilling darkness
Scattered with distant stars
You came to me
In broken dreams
And my disassembled hope
You stitched my will together
Coating my insides
With darkness
Of your black fur
Magenta creation
Birthed with my own blood
My furry creature
Thaw this host
And will me
To reclaim my lost vitality
Makes these veins
Purple with passion
And my iced resolve
Unyielding
As together
We pursue my stolen heart…
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#3 in the crimson line. enjoy.
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there is ALWAYS hope!
no matter how bleak it may seem, something good WILL come of it ... (and I cheated - I read your final one before I read this one, so I know that you know too!)
well done!
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