Is it just me,
Or do you wonder if we're put here just to see,There is an innocence in my eyes, a strained naivety that is both marred with a darkness. There are reasons behind the scars, behind the bloodied face that had entered the gates in a flurry of legs and gasping lungs. Parts of the memory, like spindles and pins, they penetrate my mind, empty and cavernous. They spin around and around and I'm stuck in the middle deciding to choose one, one path and one dark corner. Every night, I'm taken there. The fire-torn land, the ash clouding the air, the thick, across smoke that filled my lungs with iron. the metallic tang of blood still coats my tongue, my broken body lay bruised, forgotten on the floor. Equally broken, lifeless bodies strewn atop me. It's there, the harsh cry of fury that pulls me up, brings me to my feet in such a fright.
His eyes were like steel. A cold, heartless iron that broke down all my barriers. He took me, he took me to the brinks of pain and even further then. He pulled me apart, limb from fragile limb, and left me there, broken and bloodied. I crawled across the land, lay in a pattern of deceased friends. Their lifeless eyes as cold and as dark as the sky. Concealed beneath more corpses, I hid, I hid and shook. My blood merged with that of a thousand. He came again, but then someone else grabbed me, pulled at my withers and forced me to run. Run. his teeth left scars, as many more littered my frame, they are as lost as his roar beneath the clap of thunder. I ran, I ran until my legs ceased up and my lungs felt like lead. Until crimson trickled my nostrils and I felt as though my heart would burst from it's ribbed cage.
I wake up. Every single night, to sweat drenching my body. The cold fingers of fear creeping up my spine, every nodule, one slow trail at a time. I shiver in the cold bushes of the Gates, looking up and seeing the shadows dart across. They are after me. The darkness. Him. He chases me with eyes as cold as winter. I shiver even now, as the wintry chill picks up and with it brings a new scent, the shuffle of hoofbeats. I crack my head from the wistful observations of the secret wielding avians, to find a spotted mare. I watch her, my barrel heaves with a breath. Even now the memory, it clings to me and feels like shards of ice embed deeper and deeper into my heart.
'Never trust. Never trust.' I say, my eerie voice a flutter on the wind. I step forward, weary limbs shuffling. I crane my head, my hollow eyes, dark and empty, stare across the girl. 'White bone. Blood red. The secrets. The secrets.' I babble, the pain coming all too sudden inside of me. My mind first, it feels like creaking heavy doors crack open, and a rush of the darkness slips inside. Tendrils at first, lovingly wrapping around my neck like a noose. 'Cold death. Burnt flesh.' the memories are red hot sears of pain, riveting through me. I quiver, every inch of me a shivering mass of chocolate skin and clattering bone. 'Pain. Pain. Everything is Reuen. Everything is Ruin.' I say, a tone so clipped, so cold. It feels as though jack frost has whirled a parade of snow flakes right through me.
'Secrets. Secrets.'
How much heartache we can take,
Without hanging from the tallest tree?
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Just stick her in a padded cell xD
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