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#1 2011-01-06 09:16:00

WolflikeCriminal
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From: Rock Bottom
Registered: 2010-11-18
Posts: 605

The Killing Of The Blackness

It’s a sickening and sad story.

All she wanted was something she couldn’t have.

He gave her what she didn’t believe was possible and smashed it into a million pieces within the same moment of her existence.

Her heart, something that was a pit of her own creation, was torn from her before she was ready to give it up.

He grabbed it with no hesitation, and pulled until her screams for mercy were the only things keeping her alive.

He listened to her scream until the only thing she could choke up was her own blood. 

Her soul, an endless blackness, where trust, loyalty, and nobility disappeared from her mind without a trace, was all he heard escaping her body with every gasp for air.

Last edited by WolflikeCriminal (2011-01-11 13:28:05)


Tell me im worthless,useless and pathetic. I will believe you. But in the end im the one who succeeds.

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