tears of blood,
hands of gold,
with breaths of ice
and a heart of stone.
wait for me, my love
at the other end of the road,
where no light is present,
but only where terror grows.
"Stand tall." His words repeated inside her head, like a broken music box that plays the same song again and again. "Your father awaits."
oh dear, I fall;
the image of your lips,
the salt on your skin
sends me into an ocean of emotions,
giving me bliss.
She stood alone, dark material wrapped around her body, showing her curves, curly hair cascading downwards behind her back. Brown met gray, and all he could see was fear.
why must you pick me?
this isn't the life that will set me free!
I don't want this —
I don't want this!
but if you stand with me,
that's the only salvation I'll ever need.
"Granger." She tensed. "It's time."
the clock is ticking—
minutes become seconds,
and seconds turn to dust.
you fill your hands with red,
red that is not your blood.
and I search your eyes
for any sign of regret,
but I saw none.
He watched her stand, legs scratched and her fingers raw. The sound of darkness echoed across the room. "It is done."