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A Cold End The frost of winter crept into my heartA Cold End by ~Oli-86
The air around me seems to freeze
I laid bare like the branches in the night
Then the earth shattered with all its might
My sight drowned in blood
My will crushed beneath
Still my hearth spared a thud
And prepared for its last feat
Thoughts of a life condensed in a moment
As the snow fell on my bare skin
How can the void take what was spent
As the final battle rose from within
Behind Glass He moved towards the narrow window which was the only light source for the darkened room. The moon was nearly full throwing an eerie glow that filled up the room. He wondered about the occasional passer by and the constant stumbling of a man who took one pint too many. He looked back at the body lying quietly on the mattress. A stream of crimson ran down his hand engulfing its pallid whiteness. Drops dripped from the fingertips creating almost perfect circles on the wooden floor. On the bed side table stood a pile of belongings that forever lost their meaning. Not even that name engraved into silver, managed to keep its significance.Behind Glass by ~Oli-86
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Empty Fields The grass swayed in the wind, as she passed through the barren fields. She came up to the edge of the dirt path where an old oak tree grew. She had carved in it the name she has now sentenced. Hiding behind the oak tree, half shaking with anger, half shaking because of the cold chilling wind. Her mind was finally made up; she was to end this obsession that plagued her once and for all. She heard footsteps on the path of dirt. She clutched her concealed knife, so tightly that her knuckles lost their color. She would have preferred to shoot him, that way she wouldn’t have had to get so close. She had planned the exact spot were to stab himEmpty Fields by ~Oli-86
The Darkest Dream She sat across Dr Symonds as she did every other Friday morning. Half dazed she answered the doctor’s questions: "So how long have you had this dream?” She stared outside the window at the swaying branches that almost reached out to her. "Oh... it happens to me every other day… he comes at night whispering in my ear. His touch is cold yet sensual... but it’s too vivid to be a dream". The doctor jotted down a few words and replied: "Of course it’s just a dream; certain dreams appear to be vivid and real, it is quite a common occurrence." The doctor kept on asking questions until the hour had passed. When the time was uThe Darkest Dream by ~Oli-86
Carried Away Aimee looked at the synchronized movement of reeds swaying at the edge of the ice cold river. Her face froze up, like the snow upon surrounding branches, as she saw the lifeless corpse being carried away. Realizing it was her last farewell, to him and to life as she knew it.Carried Away by ~Oli-86
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