A story unfolds as the rays hit the floor, melting away the tiny drops left by withering stars. Keep your eyes shut, it won't be true, if you're never awake. But the twist has yet to come. Unfolding as you stumble along in a world you don't belong. You never did. Or maybe you just forced yourself to think that way. It's easy to explain what's wrong with the world when it's never your fault.Which, in turn, ... makes it your fault. But I'm just the narrator. Feel free to stop me when you can't feel anymore. When the moon regains it's rightful place in your heart, to bring on the rain. Each night a little colder than the last.
But this is my story. I'll write the ending. You're just a character that I can cut out at any time. "Kill off", if you will. But I could never. Could I? You hold the little pieces of my heart, tightly wrapped in a velvet bag, beneath your pillow. If you're gone, who's there to keep them warm? The breeze would simply carry them away, to the ocean, to the shore. "Nevermore"
There was a boy here before, long before I wrote you in. My story was much different then. The night, it brought on my life, my blood pumped so fast, in the beauty of the shadows. But as the nights faded away, dusk failed to keep her name, the sun stole away, all that I had made. Never again, will I love that way. Not because I can't. Because I won't. I'm happy that way.
But happy is a blind word, is it not? Are you happy? I could write you new line, make it seem like you're alright, but deep inside you'll still cry. I can't change the tears, only their path. And when the ending comes, the finishing touch, I'll lay alone, like how it starts in ever movie, ever book, waiting for the hook that never came. I'll fade away, in vein, into the night sky, into the stars, away from myself.
And that's how it
Always
Ends
Only this time...the light can only flood the floor to drown an empty soul.
But this is my story. I'll write the ending. You're just a character that I can cut out at any time. "Kill off", if you will. But I could never. Could I? You hold the little pieces of my heart, tightly wrapped in a velvet bag, beneath your pillow. If you're gone, who's there to keep them warm? The breeze would simply carry them away, to the ocean, to the shore. "Nevermore"
There was a boy here before, long before I wrote you in. My story was much different then. The night, it brought on my life, my blood pumped so fast, in the beauty of the shadows. But as the nights faded away, dusk failed to keep her name, the sun stole away, all that I had made. Never again, will I love that way. Not because I can't. Because I won't. I'm happy that way.
But happy is a blind word, is it not? Are you happy? I could write you new line, make it seem like you're alright, but deep inside you'll still cry. I can't change the tears, only their path. And when the ending comes, the finishing touch, I'll lay alone, like how it starts in ever movie, ever book, waiting for the hook that never came. I'll fade away, in vein, into the night sky, into the stars, away from myself.
And that's how it
Always
Ends
Only this time...the light can only flood the floor to drown an empty soul.
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