Witnessed by the moon and night was the bloody dance between the dragons, while they itch to devour each other's life strings, sending each to eternal sleep.The vibrant colors of the heated flames that roared from their throats, monsterous wings that shivered the clouds near by, those golden orbes preying for each other's weakness. Marked was that war fought between the dead and the alive ;ruled were their hearts with fear and clouded with hopes were their minds.
His tattoos voiced, tales his lips dared not to speak of Ink on his fragile ceramic body glittered in quarters where the scars were intense. His skin was an empty journal for his broken heart, a blank page whose anticipation was clear. For it wanted to scream to the heavenly bodies and the Temporal existence of the pain that yields in his life of needles and curses for he was now numb to the sensations and chaos that were burried in the twirls of his splinted self
She was a mignon rosé, he desired to pluck , for her petals were just the perfect color for him ;crimson, with a maddening scent of agony and loathe from the memories that still vexed her ,she blossomed with firy desires of vengeance that etched to her as thorns in quarters which he loved of her the most.
My cosmic universe stirred in chaos' Like my early morning coffee I gazed upon the plain white window that settled on one of the four empty walls I've confined my temporal existence to. Reality to me had become a claustrophobic nightmare that repeated itself from dusk till dawn. Alas my solicitous mind watered wings to grow for my soul to be lifted among the stars and reside among the blankets of the sky as one glittering mystery