When reading this I suddlenly had a crazy idea- to change a text from my story into a little poem ^^ Here is what came out. How do you like Ray, you are the master of death in my thoughts, so... how is this:
Her blood
Soaking the floor...
Her chest
Moving up and down fast
As she tries to gasp
Her last breath trough the pain...
Her eyes
Turning red from the tears....
And her hand
Held tightly by the hand of a demon.
I like this poem, though you have better. This poem exlains why you wrote those poems about death- missing something is what makes us feel like dying... love...
A nice, dark poem... Thank you for it ^^


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u need to watch some more gorish movies.. ^^ like elfen lied and stuff..
look at how they struggle.. ^^ and then...exxagerate it a little..
colour? hmmm would red be good? 

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