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by psychoticmusichead 2/2/2012, 9:11 pmShe ran on through the night, wearing crusade and some spiked boots. Blood wreathed in her fingers and it shed it's broken tears down to her legs and eventually the marble-stone ground. The sky was black, but she could swear she was seeing all sorts of colors swirling around above her head. She spit out a truth and cried herself a lie. I was no doctor, but I could tell she was sick of the bullshit she's in. Her reflection screamed at her unwillingly, throwing out every single bad possibility the girl might have in life. Then her reflection closed her eyes stabbed herself twelve times, leaving her in the darkness of what she has known for 15 years.
She opened her eyes.
She was sat upon the moon, drinking her tears and not knowing what was next for her. For a month or two, she had kept on crying and screaming out what was left of her. She stood up and wiped away everything she knew for so long and walked off into the moon's land. Just as she was about to go on, a figure appeared ahead of her. It had horns, a viscous smile, and a pointy tail. "The devil," she whispered. He walked over to her and gave her a look. He blinked, saying the words "You've spent too much time on this moon."
So as I was told, she had flew to the sun to talk with the man in the sky about her life.
She opened her eyes.
She was sat upon the moon, drinking her tears and not knowing what was next for her. For a month or two, she had kept on crying and screaming out what was left of her. She stood up and wiped away everything she knew for so long and walked off into the moon's land. Just as she was about to go on, a figure appeared ahead of her. It had horns, a viscous smile, and a pointy tail. "The devil," she whispered. He walked over to her and gave her a look. He blinked, saying the words "You've spent too much time on this moon."
So as I was told, she had flew to the sun to talk with the man in the sky about her life.
