He isnt real in anyway
Except for my mind
He is not the most likable character
But he is marvelous to me
When the stakes peirced his heart
And his breathing died down
My heart felt like
It had been staked too
The words I read
Will not disappear from my mind
The images will also
Not pass
The things that happened after that
Tortured my heart and mind
Finding that he died
For no reason
My heart still hurts
I want to cry
But with watching people around me
I must keep my eyes dry
Mourning a fake character
Is something not done often
But this one rests
Tucked in my heart, in my mind...forever...
Never forgotten
Always there
The character...
Mr. Crepsley...Vampire...mentor...and beloved friend...
(Contribution done by Rebecca)
View User's Journal
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
Inverno houra Roselia
Community Member |
And this, And this, And this, And it means Nothing.
User Comments: [3] [add]
|
violin_harmony Community Member |
ZombieMeatballs
Community Member |
|
User Comments: [3] [add]
Community Member