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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Death can be a demon who hunts us down, no matter how far we may run, and draw the last bit of sanity from the broken mind. Watch with me a little nightmare of how far that may go...

Submitted: September 17, 2016

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Submitted: September 17, 2016



Pieces of a broken mirror

I keep holding them

sadly gazing at thousand reflections

why can't it be you facing me?

what I can see I don't want to see...

this scar, tracing along

those watery eyes, unable to cry

that glimming of insanity


Why can't time be turned back?

you were sad, I'd have stroked away the tears

you were injured, my gentleness would've healed you

scared, exposed, lonely, helpless

I would've done anything, just like you...


A gentle hand on my shoulder,

you reach for my bloody hand,

gaze at me, deeply sad, with loving eyes.

"All of you for me?", you ask, knowing everything.

"Still you're asking

about the wings I had never seen,

for the reasons of that night,

but deep inside you know the answers"


anything else fades away, as you hold my trembling body

even in the silence these words repead

"I want you back, my dearest"

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