Two Peas In a Pod
She is lonely. So do I.
Her face is glowing under the light of the blue moon like an angel, glorified by the light from above.
Her pink lips curve into a pouty smile as if she has found her home in the embrace of death.
This is what she want, and she knows it. I know it.
This is what we both need.
An escape through the gate of darkness and into the arms of endless abyss.
Solitude...tranquility...in the grasp of the devil.
Sometimes, death is the new beginning.
But there are some other times when death is the eternal ending.
Oh! How I wish... How she wishes... How we both wish!
Freedom in the image of death in itself!
DATE:Friday, July 26, 2013
TIME:{10:48 AM}
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