Rated T. Mentions of sexual things. Nothing big, I assure you. I'm not a smut-obsessed-fanatic and I guarantee that I have never read a lemonade in my life. *kicks away SM magazines* Teehee<3 ------ Roses are red. Violets are blue. Please let me hold you close, This dying heart yearns for you. Faded souls will sing their prayers, Lonely hearts will begin anew, Angels cry, from above, As I write this poem, forever true. Unspoken confessions, Unknown truth. My heart races quickly, Whenever I'm with you. ----- God gave me punishment, And I will atone, This everlasting sin, Forever alone. Your smile is my hope, My purpose, My soul. ------- Fragments. Shattered dreams. Broken. That's what my life was made of. Sewed from the finest thread, shards of glass hung from the red line. The sounds chime silmutaneously as it hits eachother, creating a melody echoing through my head. The glass shards are taunting me, threatening to cut me in half. Everytime they dance, I can already see the light being reflected from the glass. The oh so sharp edge traumatized me once, but not anymore. It's like child's play, realizing that this game was nothing more than "I taunt you". Finally admitting defeat, the glass attacks my hands instead. Blood prickles and oozes as I caress my sweetheart's face. She's not trembling anymore. Her pale face and unmoving body lies on her used and messy bed, and I smirk. What's more satisfying than taking pleasure in others' pain? The pain pricking through my veins is nothing more than a reality check for me. Dozing off into an idealistic illusion, I snap. I'm on a rampage. My craving... It's blood. Bloodlust, people would say. My throat is aching for it. The parchness is affecting my state of mind, I'm going delusional. Blood. My hands have already been tainted with a virgin's blood, but it's not enough. My fangs throb and I hunger for more, gulping down the dryness that's threatening to suffocate me. Blood. Where better to hunt down my prey? ----- In this unlikely situation, my maiden in distress has run away from me. The soft footsteps and light panting amuses me. By the look of it, she'll be easy to break. Stepping out of the shadows, in such a cliché way, my victim trembles. I want to welcome her with open arms; greet her with death. Her long tangled black hair falls limply to her side as her neck is bared. She's trembling again, much like my other dozen of past 'lovers'. The fear she's emitting is so teasingly delicious, it's an appetizer. "S-stop..." Her frail body's about to break, I know it. Her weak heart is racing, beating, unprepared for death. Looking up, her face is stained with tears. My fangs throbbing for blood reluctantly sink back in. The loss of my fangs make me drop my head a bit, causing my teeth to graze her neck. She shivers, and I raise an eyebrow at her. "... I- I- I promise I won't t-tell... I'll do a-anyth-thing!" Her trembling voice makes her feel even more exposed, I know it. Her vulnerability entertains me whilst it frustrates her, a tinge of baby pink gracing her cheeks. She's so adorable like this, it might mistake us for two lovers. Curled up in my hands, her lacy white dress is a bit messed up and tainted with mud from all the running. I tuck in an extra strand of her hair behind her ear and breathe onto her neck, receiving another shiver from her. "Anything?" Her eyes roll to the side, high from my husky voice. I chuckled to yself darkly. She's so weak, so unbelievably weak... My doubts were erased when she regains composture, suddently tense and stiff. I could feel her muscles stretch, but her heartbeats accelerate. "Y-yes..." As if on cue, my fangs return from her response. "Wait, no! But— I want to stay human..." Her shrill voice turns into a whisper at the very end, and I have the crane my neck. Human? Did she really expect me to turn her? Only a fool would do this. My only intentions of keeping her is because she would be my walking blood bank, her bloodtype is so alluring and tempting, it dries my mouth even more when I think about it. Unable to control myself, my grip on her arms tighten and I sink my fangs into her pale skin. "Anything." These words were like a caress to my ego. ----- Why... Did I even write this... *headdesk* Probably because I wanted to write a oneshot based on a male's perspective. :I But honestly. Everytime write in a male's persoective in a oneshot such as this, I have to think like a male. I'm sorry if it's offensive, but all that goes through a boy's mind is "make out, *COUGHsex*OMGCOUGH*, omgloveslave, lemon, badboy—" Get what I mean? Not all men are like this. But due to my lack of experience talking to a mature male, I have to use this stereotype way of thinking. =_= Don't judge me. I'm already having a habit of writing like this in a male's perspective. I tone it down to K or K plus when I have to. =_=
Hey blizzy im sorry i wasnt the on who wrote the Hitler thing im saying sorry cuz of y family because it was actually my brother.... The first thing i feel is shame of my family so please beileve me.....yea i bet you handled this a billion times but this is the truth....)
knew you say tht guess many people used tht lie but just to say this isnt a lie..... Ill guess its better if i leave
Zeke, you know, I hate people like you. It's always, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... My brother—" These pitiful excuses make me gag. I honestly will accept your apology, but NEVER. ADD. A. PATHETIC. EXCUSE. TO. THEM. I've suffered both online and real life trauma. Get a grip. I'm not saying, "My mom is emotionally abusive" or crap when I'm apologizing. God damn, thanks to you I have to rage on a story thread.