Dying LoveHe lays before me, silent in his own world. Draped upon the mattress like that of a wrinkled sheet. His body lifeless, posed and prepared for DeathDying Love
To take him away into the night. Glassy eyes gaze across the room, His heart whimpers in peace,
Searching for an escape. Broken is the boy he knew once before; Shameful is his life now.
A blade rests silently in his hand, Dripping the remnants of his body's life. A child-like moan resonates throughout the room, Calling out for sanctuary, hoping for a happy ending To his unwieldy fairy tale. The windows of
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