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She paints red hearts upon her skin. Such a deep, pretty red that no one can place. But yet, looks so familiar, it makes their heart pulse faster. That deep deep crimson, flowing through their veins.
With her old, wooden paint brush, who knew she could cause any harm? Though she sits in the center of bleeding, dying people. And as they cry out with the bloody voices, she dips the tip of the brush in their deep wounds. A soft giggle, and she paints her picture.
...
But a young girl, dressed in red and black. And long black hair, that hid away her eyes. Blood streaks down her cheeks, drops upon the ground. I don't think she can see. But she can feel... o:
Like... woah. O:
What am I typing right now. D:
Blood? NO BLOOD, PLEASE. PEOPLE BLEED... BLEEDING HURTS. BLEEDING IS BAD.
Bad.
I... ._.
Uhm...
I WAS POSSESSED. Dx
Wah... ;-;
I'm giong to cry. ._.;
Seriously... >.>;
My eyes just teared up.
EXCUSE ME, I HAVE SOMETHING I MUST GO DO! .___.
- Sakura Lied.
 Lyccea · Mon May 21, 2007 @ 02:56am · 0 Comments |
