Poem by S2--Lavie-Chan
-Horror-
The thick, hazey voice that haunts the back of your thoughts,
The painfully slow antisipation of growing fear,
The dull thump of your heart beating against your ribs,
The final realization that your dying, and nothing can change it.
The utter dispare and heartbreak.
by b o n n a b y
Ah~
Then let me say that your avatar deserves a story about it.
It reminds me of a very sweet little doll,
wearing a downy coat over a cashmere gown,
resting in the quiet for its owner to come along,
and save it from the corner its sat in, alone~
-Horror-
The thick, hazey voice that haunts the back of your thoughts,
The painfully slow antisipation of growing fear,
The dull thump of your heart beating against your ribs,
The final realization that your dying, and nothing can change it.
The utter dispare and heartbreak.
by b o n n a b y
Ah~
Then let me say that your avatar deserves a story about it.
It reminds me of a very sweet little doll,
wearing a downy coat over a cashmere gown,
resting in the quiet for its owner to come along,
and save it from the corner its sat in, alone~
