No warmth, just cold.
No smiles, just frowns.
No laughs, just scowls.
No happiness, just sadness.
No love, just hate.
No peace, just conflict.
No appreciation, just strife.
No satisfaction, just disappointment.
No life, just death.
Give in, and give me your riches once more my dear.
The way you used to when you were younger.
Screaming your moans and moaning your screams.
Nobody was there to help, that won't change.
It'll never change.
Because in her head she's still a plaything; A broken puppet on strings.
And still she sits, dirty and forgotten.
Dust covering her to her bones.
The blood taken once is now left her body.
She'll never get it back.
But he likes it that way.
He likes knowing that she wants him, even if she doesn't want to want him.
He's addicting.
He's an oh-so-wrong drug that consumes her life and turns her blood to tar.
Her hea
I can feel him still.
Now, as my will grows weak and English strong. I have learned much here.
I can feel him,
he takes me and fists my hair and fills my lungs with cold, cold water.
I can feel him breathing in ears and laughing at tears, biting my tongue, I am the one to grow now so weak but try so hard.
I try for her, I bide my time and wait for his touch now again.
He will come back to take me from behind and bend me until I snap.
Kill me with laughter
and go on his way.
One day, she will be safe and I will live as a true man like my hundreds of years past.
But today is not one day.
Full Names?
Ryder Nika Synclair Kaiail
What Are You Here For?
To get a girlfriend? I'm not sure. I just follow were I'm needed. ;)
Are You Close To Any Alters?
The Knights. I know Melody, Electra, now Darkness and of Princess River. ;)
What's Your Age & Gender?
23 in human years. Male.
Are You related To Anybody?
I think we covered this.
Where Are You From/Race/Species?
I'm half Sidhe of the Unseelie Court. Half Dragon. My mother was Seelie and my father a dragon. Seelie don't like imperfections in their shining race. My father raised me until his death when I was 13. Ever since, I have been a Sidhe Unseelie warrior, The Queen's R
Love is like being a leaf on a beautiful tree.
When your attached, your lovely.
Gleaming with colors.
Glittering with new found life.
You survive from one another.
Help one another grow.
But then suddenly.
For no reasons, no rhyme.
Things stop.
Autumn comes and rips you away from the one thing that makes you whole.
The freezing cold air swirls you in a whirlwind, tossing you amongst the air.
When once you were warm with your love, now you are cold.
Your body is ridden with sickness, and you become thin and brittle.
People step all over you, trying to get to their own loved ones.
Something you may never again do.
Bu
Its like having the urge to vomit the ice straight from your stomach, with a gag set in your throat to prevent that release, but far enough in your throat that they still can hear you for the off chance you might scream. But by this point it doesnt matter, and tears come silent, resistance isnt even a thought. Its all routine.
Chains are usually warmed after a while of being in them, they take in the warmth of your body and give it back. But these chains fashioned in divine steel, lay frigid wrapped around bruising flesh of the soul. They take the heat of the body, and replace it with a cold that chills the core.
It&
*may trigger* Be aware may use sexual themes and some rape. If you are sesitive, you might not wish to read. Thank you, --sierra--
What is love?
Is love sex, or is sex the love?
Is love twirling your fingers around my hair?
Is love saying you want me everyday?
Is love holding me late at night?
Is love providing for me everyday?
Or,
Is love your fingers on my skin like snakes?
Is it saying not that you want me, but that I can never escape?
Love is holding me late at night, wrapped in a naked body I cant stand to be touched with.
It's letting me see the sky, but never letting me spread my wings and be free.
Love is your fist