@watchingAuthor — #writing
Okay - and a - one - two - three > Oh for when i was young You always sang Oh my doom, oh my faith Oh my loving death What did you ever mean Lost time of the sands Oh sing to me Time or the Sands Where is your mercy? Your justice? Yet you sang Oh my doom, oh my faith My truth and execution Oh melancholy heart Was this your plan? For I am filth and I am sin Give me a taste of love Mercy to strip it away Give me a reason Give me a reason for this Oh time of the sands Give a reason Give a re...Read more
" Bones were an confusing concept when I was very young. The idea of something under my skin that no one was allowed to see as that meant that something bad had happened. A structure with layers of blood and meat. Wires to control the material that was just out of reach. For that was how all living things functioned when they had these 'bones'. All living things functioned on a system of wires that one's pan controlled. Pulses from the body to the wires to make all things function. The first time that I had ever truly saw them not within the prison of form was at a unexpected event. My friend had ta...Read more
"Rest your eyes little one Rest now The moons cradle you so Oh little one Blessed by luck" Can't - remember - the - rest - ... - I - sing - it - a - lot - Must - sound - like - broken - recording - by now - but - i - like - it > #lyrics #writing
"You were innocent once, weren't you? Untainted by the world. Had you always been flithy in this way? Running and wine as if nothing was amiss. Metallic taste lingers on your tongue like a lover's caress despite what has been done. Was it a sin to have done what you have done? If a fuschia could die that easily. The True Empress of the rotten heart of the Empire. Would it be better to run the Empire into the ground and erase what has been done. To massarce all those who dare question your rule? To run with a iron fist? That would make you no better than the iron fist who holds the powers of these sys...Read more
"Blood pooling over your eyes. Hands raw from a fight that you can't quite remember. Fuschia stains your vision. A horn snapped off. All that has ever been due to a mistake of yours, is long since gone. Your bone broken into what is useless. You are someone to be forgotten if you are to be lucky. Infamy is more venomous in ways that you forget. Tell one and all. Mock at who is to be executed in the end... All you could do is run in the end" Um - Writing - working on - something > #writing #gore
I - was - reading - one - of - my - history - books - and - I - keep - seeing - RankMaid - posting - writing - stuff - ... - I was - wondering - if - I - should - try - writing - on - here and if - i - did - What - would - people - want - to - see - ?.. > #writing