Time once so precious, Has become the victim of my life. Once so little of, so annoying when pulling my life together into it, has now become limitless.
My vulnerability depleting to the type of death settled by nature and fire, This making me nearly invulnerable as people come and go throughout my life to which seems to stand still.
Place me inside a flesh that never decays, before my fate falls into the hands of illness. A ghost that continues without rest, that which preys up on the innocent lamb.
Instead of being that of a vampire, I now continue on as the masochistic lion who has fallen for this simplicstic lost lamb.
Author notes
Well, If your a twilight fan and you think about it... You'll get it =]
Even though I consider this good, I don't think I truly got the idea or the feel for edward and I do believe I mixed up some parts from the book with the description and such in the poem. Feel free to correct, Please. =] What doesn't kill us, Makes us stronger.
How is this? Whats your thought on it? What would make this better? Any other ideas for the title?
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oooo i like it... very well done.
it would be awesome if you seperated the lines a bit more.. it's up to you though... good job..
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