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La Tragédie Royale. (You're my disco, playin' on the radioo..<3)
Name: Harlot,,,.
Girl with black hair..::shudders:::
OMFG I love you for making this, mandaa!<3
Description:
This girl likes to be online way too fucking much. It's terrible.
We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust,
We kissed in the fields under the trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town
but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste
where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said death is a midnight runner.
The sky had come crashing down
like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards
and formed them into shapes of stars
that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom
and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realise that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said the cinders are falling like snow.
There is poetry in despair,
and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets
and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness
and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness
we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
*****
But...seriousl
y...
Bitches.
I Fucking Hate:
Most of you, maggots.
Age: 115 | Month of birth: 3 | Day of birth: 6 |
Gender: female
Place of living: Travelling around
Exact place of living: Dementia
Other interests
crime stories | fashion | theatre |
Sexual preference: none