Blue Eyes
By: Allison
E-mail: GeckoGal21@lycos.com
Archive: Beautiful Addictions, Catherine Willow, The Graveyard, ShipperWorld, and
Working Love. All others please ask.
Rated: PG
Summary: Come back, man with the blue eyes.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them.
A/N: Been hanging on to this for a while and finally decided to post it. Thanks to the
Graveshift group, and to Manda for reading it through.
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Sparkling,
beacons cutting through the fog.
Mesmerizing.
With cautious strides
he comes,
forward,
always forward.
Calm.
Slow.
He comes.
Half smiles,
dancing glances,
expressions,
get under the
Skin
like coke bugs.
Digging, prying, grabbing hold
violently.
Noises
assault your ears—
screaming, grinding, pounding,
drowned out, fade away
to
sounds, a voice,
as sweet as honey,
teeming
with mystery.
Up, down,
in neon lights—
Enticing.
Captivating.
Beautiful,
lips,
eyes,
voice.
He whisks you away.
For a moment,
a second,
and hope overcomes
as lights dawn,
on your change of fate.
Up,
you look
from it.
Space now empty.
Blue eyes gone
You,
left only with,
fate,
angels,
demons.
calling.
Half naked,
alone,
salty sweat glistening
Intoxicating,
it calls.
Particles of crystal,
demons beckoning,
you inhale.
River of red
Flowing, falling
on your
skin.
Under your fingernails.
Thin.
Red.
Sinful release.
Memories of ocean fade.
Sparkling,
pods of reflection—
drift,
through the fog,
away.
Mesmerizing blue eyes,
come back.
Pleading.
Tears fall
as sad eyes whisper
Return.
They haunt, the blue eyes,
A beautiful ghost
And,
In the night, covered by darkness,
silently,
you long for them.
And,
in hands you weep,
come back,
man with the blue eyes,
save me,
from this hell.
Fin.
By: Allison
E-mail: GeckoGal21@lycos.com
Archive: Beautiful Addictions, Catherine Willow, The Graveyard, ShipperWorld, and
Working Love. All others please ask.
Rated: PG
Summary: Come back, man with the blue eyes.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own them.
A/N: Been hanging on to this for a while and finally decided to post it. Thanks to the
Graveshift group, and to Manda for reading it through.
---
Sparkling,
beacons cutting through the fog.
Mesmerizing.
With cautious strides
he comes,
forward,
always forward.
Calm.
Slow.
He comes.
Half smiles,
dancing glances,
expressions,
get under the
Skin
like coke bugs.
Digging, prying, grabbing hold
violently.
Noises
assault your ears—
screaming, grinding, pounding,
drowned out, fade away
to
sounds, a voice,
as sweet as honey,
teeming
with mystery.
Up, down,
in neon lights—
Enticing.
Captivating.
Beautiful,
lips,
eyes,
voice.
He whisks you away.
For a moment,
a second,
and hope overcomes
as lights dawn,
on your change of fate.
Up,
you look
from it.
Space now empty.
Blue eyes gone
You,
left only with,
fate,
angels,
demons.
calling.
Half naked,
alone,
salty sweat glistening
Intoxicating,
it calls.
Particles of crystal,
demons beckoning,
you inhale.
River of red
Flowing, falling
on your
skin.
Under your fingernails.
Thin.
Red.
Sinful release.
Memories of ocean fade.
Sparkling,
pods of reflection—
drift,
through the fog,
away.
Mesmerizing blue eyes,
come back.
Pleading.
Tears fall
as sad eyes whisper
Return.
They haunt, the blue eyes,
A beautiful ghost
And,
In the night, covered by darkness,
silently,
you long for them.
And,
in hands you weep,
come back,
man with the blue eyes,
save me,
from this hell.
Fin.