Where it stops nobody really knows...
Your heart keeps yanking you in circles
Between death-do-us-part, but then you part ways.
How is that even possible. You love him right? So why does it feel so wrong now that he's a criminal. A monster who murdered his entire family in cold blood, yet you still feel a dull ache in your heart when you lay in bed at night dreaming about him. You wake up and look out the window, tears streaming down your face and you whisper it one last time: the name of the man who broke his promise to stay by your side forever....
You decided to take a walk that morning to clear you mind of the dream you had. Itachi lay injured before you, and you had a choice to make. Do you save the man you love or do you let a criminal die? If it was two separate people you could choose both, but it wasn't. They were one and the same. You weren't paying attention and soon found yourself lost in the outskirts of Ko
Irony Of The Mind
It was December...and the snowflakes were resilient to fall. The trees were naked, and had a light brown hue to their bodies. Regular trees must envy pine trees...they're warm in the winter, and they fit the mood. Except in the Summer...they seemed like a joke then. But...they still got to sway in the cool wind that came with the warmer seasons. What was this? This tension in the air. God, it was horrible! It doesn't even feel like it's there, but you knew it was and it was starting to drive you crazy. What was with this weather, anyway!? You started to fall into another self-thinking session about philosophy and psychology...about life and why it matters. The human brain was an interesting thing, you knew. It could withstand the most vigilant horror. The brain could process a person's body being ripped to shreds, and yet you would still survive and continue on in life. But, that wasn't the case with ever
"You're a bad liar! If you don't care about me, then why are you sitting here like this, apologizing to be like a scolded child?" You ask. It was hard to sit there and watch him. He looked at you. His onyx eyes which once sparkled with such happiness were now dull and lifeless. Everything you loved about him had changed dramatically. Itachi tried his best to calm down, but he just cried more as he looked into your (e/c) eyes. You take him into your arms and stroke his long black hair.
"(Name), I don't want to hurt you any more, but for you to be happy I have to, you have to forget about me!" He mumbled into your shoulder.
You've had enough this. Itachi was starting to tick you off. You pushed him back and slapped him hard across the face.
"Will you just shut the
Who is too foolish to turn away.
Who dares to knock on the forbidden door,
Who doesn't understand why he decays.
A mad-man who does not understand
The grief the diesies brings.
Who grabs his untrusting loved ones hand,
Who answers when the Grimm Reaper rings.
No medications can cure the illness
Of those infected by the diesies.
For love brings no relief besides numbness
As it fullfils its deadly deeds.
Drowning, suffocating, undeniable death
Is what comes to those who are ill.
Who curse their foolish desires to love
Who try to reclimb but fall to Life's Hill.
I pity thee who falls so easily
Under death's taunting spell.
So maybe I am a fool to love thee so openly,
But I do so anyways, even if it means my
“Ohh, Upstairs looks creepy!” Gilbert snickered as the floors creaked with tension. He had a smug look on his face as he walked the floors, glancing up to you now and then as he looked around the hall. The wall paper seemed so oldies, and it had a faint aroma of an elderly person's home. There was a hint of modern day perfume, because of you when ever you actually decided to wear it. Other than that, it was kind of a blast from the past. The wood seemed worn out, yet it was still well furnished at the same time. Horror. It screamed horror. Gilbert seemed very much entertained by it.
You rolled your eyes as you glanced back to the man following you, looking to have much interest in the old horror-like hallway. “You should see it when it thunderstorms. But, I suppose we won't be having much of those because of the temperature. To be honest, I get a bit scared sometimes. I always feel a little
In sickness, she was always sick. There wasn't a day that went by that she was well or was able to stand on her own two feet. Before their wedding day that was when she was in health. But a few months after the happiest day of their lives they received devastating news when she had collapsed in the bathroom.
Those were the words that the doctor had spoken. The same words that lodged their hearts into the back of their throats. She wouldn't stop crying, he wouldn't stop clinging onto her. He could listen to her life slip away through every breath she dragged in through her lungs.
They used to walk with one and other in the snow during the winter. It was her favorite season. Now they couldn't do that.
His hand couldn't slip into hers and watch the snow fall. He could no longer watch through snowflake lashes the way her face lit up as she threw a snowball in his direction or heard