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12-15-2014, 11:28 PM
You're all that still matters
As if every hateful thing that occurred in land could of been forgetten and swept away, the sea was the place that could be found void of all sin. A sense of everlasting calm existed over the moist sands and humid air, the heat that gained strength and might in the lack of shade. Shells and driftwood scattered their corpses about the Nirvana, releasing their lives to peace and serenity the champagne could only dream of co-existing with.
It all collapses beneath it's own weight and sickness, struggling to keep the norm when everyone has morphed it to change. Laughter haunts her thoughts and tempts her with Sirens' songs. When shaking and thrashing her head about doesn't cure the illness, she falls immediate prey. Curiosity doesn't kill the quick cat, it kills the girl who can't keep herself out of trouble and wounded places.
Song leaks into her ears and works with the laughter, and now, she see's more have gathered about a collection of driftwood, and the song that bursts from their lips is all different, blurred and distorted whenever she tries to listen. Within her own skull, there is one playing along, and she gives way, breaking beneath the might of seduction of song and falling ever more in the abyss of the crowd.
"We'll never have all that we want,
The treasures and riches we wished for,
The kind of dreams that make you chase shooting stars.
It's all a bit too rough out there,
And all our toys and parts get broken along the way,
In ways only time can fix.
But when I've got you near,
With your heart beat in my ear,
Soft touch against my skin....
Here's a secret,
Made just for you,
With my feelings in mind.
You're a sweet medicine,
That washes away the pain,
And puts stitches across my wounds.
There isn't ever a day,
When I don't dream about you,
And every one of your specialities.
So come away with me,
Where we can be one,
To heal each other's wounds."
Too far gone, too far lost. She's in now, and there's no exit sign over the doors. Then again, there wasn't even a door to the room she stands in with the others, warping themselves into a choir in a vast emptiness that can't seem to agree on the same tune.
OOC: Rougarou with shadow ability
Wishlist
Refusal 1
Refusal 2
Refusal 3
First two refusals are from her account before I left for a short period, but I was told by Tamme some time back that they still count.
It all collapses beneath it's own weight and sickness, struggling to keep the norm when everyone has morphed it to change. Laughter haunts her thoughts and tempts her with Sirens' songs. When shaking and thrashing her head about doesn't cure the illness, she falls immediate prey. Curiosity doesn't kill the quick cat, it kills the girl who can't keep herself out of trouble and wounded places.
Song leaks into her ears and works with the laughter, and now, she see's more have gathered about a collection of driftwood, and the song that bursts from their lips is all different, blurred and distorted whenever she tries to listen. Within her own skull, there is one playing along, and she gives way, breaking beneath the might of seduction of song and falling ever more in the abyss of the crowd.
"We'll never have all that we want,
The treasures and riches we wished for,
The kind of dreams that make you chase shooting stars.
It's all a bit too rough out there,
And all our toys and parts get broken along the way,
In ways only time can fix.
But when I've got you near,
With your heart beat in my ear,
Soft touch against my skin....
Here's a secret,
Made just for you,
With my feelings in mind.
You're a sweet medicine,
That washes away the pain,
And puts stitches across my wounds.
There isn't ever a day,
When I don't dream about you,
And every one of your specialities.
So come away with me,
Where we can be one,
To heal each other's wounds."
Too far gone, too far lost. She's in now, and there's no exit sign over the doors. Then again, there wasn't even a door to the room she stands in with the others, warping themselves into a choir in a vast emptiness that can't seem to agree on the same tune.
OOC: Rougarou with shadow ability
Wishlist
Refusal 1
Refusal 2
Refusal 3
First two refusals are from her account before I left for a short period, but I was told by Tamme some time back that they still count.
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