Kiss the hand that strikes you and bow to the one that hates you....
*hovers in corner and grins slightly as watchs people move...staring at the cloth that cover their bodies... and the eyes that call out to her very soul, whispers into the night* mmmm... why do you torment me so?
*craving of being touched... molded... wanted... desired yet remains in the dark where she can wait for her chance to embrace what is her destiny* my time is nigh...
*slowly drags black painted nails over pale cheek... makin a light red streak across the pale flesh and observes through blue eyes the fanasty she has made to shield her of the unbearable agony that is reality*
|Jul 15, 2005
|Jul 10, 2008