Locked up in your room.
The anxiety rising up.
Lust flowing through your body.
The tenacious memory sits and awaits inside your minds.
You've been here before.
The tempestous feeling.
Boiling just beneath your skin.
"Don't worry, sweetie."
It'll all be over soon."
Don't forget the temptation.
The tention surrounding your love is too much.
Glance around for reassurance.
Adjust to the temperature.
Make your move.
"You're words are nothing but rubbish."
You're too cunnning to be pretty. "
The catastrophic darkness makes you shiver.
Bloodshed is not only an idea, but also her goal.
Lean in for the kiss.
But keep your distance.
"Don't worry, sweetie."
"It'll all be over soon."
Muderous intentions flow through her veins.
Satisfaction mixed with perfection.
Whatever happened to love?
"You're screaming is being done incorrectly.
Just a few more rips and you won't have to worry yourself anymore."
"Don't worry, sweetie."
"Your life will be over soon."
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The Life Of... Journal
Poems and stories basically. Just allowing my imagination to run free. I may write a rant or two. Eack story will be written for a different character. The names of the characters will be somewhere. You will be able to learn a little about each one,
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Kurisuchi Nikouru
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