Killing Me

Epoch

I need bright lights to make me feel alive

You start fights where to my heart you dive

 

The words we cry start to take a toll

But the fear we hide won't take control 

 

Purple skies and humid summer nights

Only alter what you think is right

 

You say that we’re forever

Well baby i beg to differ

 

‘Cause under lock and spell your lips spell sinner

My dear, you’re my beloved gravedigger

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lucidiny
Just a small writing exercise to get me in the dark mood for more writing.

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LockLoyalist
#1
Chapter 4: Aww.. I really feel sad whenever it is Wendy that's hurting.. omg I'm sorry :(
LockLoyalist
#2
Chapter 3: Sweet. I like how Irene can count on Wendy and I bet the latter can count on Irene too.
LockLoyalist
#3
Chapter 2: Ohh I wonder whose POV is this though, because I feel her pain :(