A Pale SoulPallid skin housed a soul of fabricated memories and makeshift emotions. Thin limbs were swathed in purple veins, which were shapeless and narrow. Green irises held secrets of shadows and loneliness, loss and despair. The girl looked up, her crimson hair gleaming in the watery moonlight. Those eyes, those soulless, dead eyes, caught the light and reflected it right out the window. They would never hold light. They were never meant to.Slowly the girl padded down the vacant, abandoned corridor. Each window she passed on her right filtered in uncensored moonlight, washing the carpet in silver abundance. She tried her best to walk around the pe
MeStranded --- like a wet cat. Lost --- in the darkest of night.Stuck --- in a suffocating sinkholeBroken --- like a raven's wingWandering --- in the darkFloating --- like a dead fishStrangled --- by a gloved handDepressed --- because of lifeLonely --- at schoolJudged --- by everyone Mistaken --- foreverMisunderstood --- by lifeFloundering --- in a red seaSelfish --- all the timeSick --- at heartAlone --- in the frigid worldIrritated --- at everyoneGross --- it's meDisgusting --- is what I amCut-off --- from the worldMarked --- as immatureOutcast --- for eternity
ChaosI look into your eyes and to my dismay,I see nothing but loss and decay.You asked me what a hero was,I told you they were for the cause.You wondered about that,as curious as a manx cat.Couldn't help but wonder, what was keeping you under.I guess we'll never know, who exactly is your foe.But at least we learned, chaos has churned.
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Inspectorin #turning-leaf, by =Keko-Meko