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Concrete Angels -Retribution-Retribution We die, we rot. Our screams are heard in the minds of the forgiven, Although ones who don't know us only hear white noise. We are the creaking of the floorboards in the dead of night. Our feet still pad these halls doing our nightly rounds. You may see us, if only for a moment. I won't hurt you, I can only smile at your innocence. For there is no innocence in the dark. We are the cold mist that stands beside you in the kitchen, Smiling as your children run through, Playing their innocent games. Don't worry, they are safe. We are the ghosts oConcrete Angels -Retribution-
by ~xMisUndaStoodx
Your ChoiceThings that say forever on them will always break. Take a seat if need be, if not please stand as you may. You're about to learn that this world is not fully lit, and that there are many places you can fall through. Death can be scary, Death can be beautiful.Your Choice
This world is how you imagine it, how you see it? Are you ready to make your choice? No, this is not a red pill blue pill game. This is your life. Do you wish to stride on in the dark,
or would you rather believe everything is pure? Each has it's drawbacks.
The dark is full of truth and emotion. However, wit
by ~xMisUndaStoodx
Who is...?T a y l o r rWho is...?
Who is...?
Who has insecurities hidden behind a stone face.
Who is...?
Who has been lied to and forced to live a lie.
Who is...?
Who has fallen in love with the same girl numerous times.
Who is...?
Who has lost more than most people could imagine.
Who is...?
Who has been cradled on the rare occasion that that stone has cracked.
Who is...?
Who has held him through the night when he thought he wouldn't survive.
Who is...?
Who has watched him while he s
by ~xMisUndaStoodx
Razor Blade DiariesShe woke up in the morning, Put on her face.Razor Blade Diaries
She parted her hair with a razor blade, complete with red to match.
Her lips sparkled with crimson little drops.
Her ring upon her finger,
Dripping as it may.
Glinting silver in the light, The sharp edge red and bright.
She cuts the words into her arms, Singing of sweet winds.
When her eyes opened in the morning, It all started again.
by ~xMisUndaStoodx
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