Title: Toxic
Author: Fall of the angels
Summary: G/D There war took its toll on us all. Each to his own escape.
Disclaimer: Its not mine. Just the plot.
Toxic
He was toxic. A splinter dug deep into my back where I couldn't reach it. A handful of salt poured on my open wounds. He was toxic and I kept going back for more.
He never asked and I never begged. There were no promises. No pledges of undying love. No whispers in the dark and dances in the moonlight.
No it wasn't love. But he was toxic and I kept going back for more.
He never expected and I never hoped. There were no tears. No heartbreak. No cartons of ice cream. No piles of tissues. There was none of the all consuming grief that eats you from the inside out and laughs while you burn.
No it wasn't love. But he was toxic and I kept going back for more.
In the black silken sheets of the king size bed, there was escape from the stark reality. From the screams of the dead and the laughter of the living. From the torn battlefields and the eerie silence. From the whispers of the wind and the weeping of the rain.
No it wasn't love. But the war took its toll on us all and you took whatever poison came your way.
He was toxic and I kept going back for more.
Author: Fall of the angels
Summary: G/D There war took its toll on us all. Each to his own escape.
Disclaimer: Its not mine. Just the plot.
Toxic
He was toxic. A splinter dug deep into my back where I couldn't reach it. A handful of salt poured on my open wounds. He was toxic and I kept going back for more.
He never asked and I never begged. There were no promises. No pledges of undying love. No whispers in the dark and dances in the moonlight.
No it wasn't love. But he was toxic and I kept going back for more.
He never expected and I never hoped. There were no tears. No heartbreak. No cartons of ice cream. No piles of tissues. There was none of the all consuming grief that eats you from the inside out and laughs while you burn.
No it wasn't love. But he was toxic and I kept going back for more.
In the black silken sheets of the king size bed, there was escape from the stark reality. From the screams of the dead and the laughter of the living. From the torn battlefields and the eerie silence. From the whispers of the wind and the weeping of the rain.
No it wasn't love. But the war took its toll on us all and you took whatever poison came your way.
He was toxic and I kept going back for more.
