Their Curse
White wings bound in chains Dark beside him. Drip drip goes the tap of blood to the floor. Staining crimson drops red. They both are shrouded in darkness. White wings still struggles but Dark has given up.
I'm sorry...
A forgotten voice whispers filled with sorrow and saying the two words mechanically like a doll. He was forced to say the words, forced to lock them up forced to chain them for eternity to his soul.
He sacrificed himself...
For us...
They both remember that, white wings and dark they both remember that day. that day a red haired boy fell to the ground usually bright eyes dull and lifeless. that day dark screamed and blood flowed from his mouth like a river.
He smiled once before he died...
A white canvas shrouded in light, A teenage boy stands before it holding a paint brush wet with his own blood. He paints a picture of the red-haired boy. The only paint he has is the blood dripping from his wrists. Than the boy falls to the ground silver eyes blank. that day White wings screamed and was thrown to oblivion.
look into the mirror...
white wings and Dark are the same yet different the dark and the light only opposite. Dark is the light and white wings is the dark. evil and good yet the same. white hair and black hair the same yet different. they are twin brothers each the opposite of the other.
Pain clouds their minds...
Blood still drips from the motionless bodies bound in chains. their flesh is cold to the touch and their hearts are not beating. They are not dead they have just given up.
It is their curse...
to live forever...
forever in eternity...
forever in pain...
OWARI
funny the things you can write while on the bus bored out of your wits this was written a while back on: 4-29-05
sorry if this did not make any sense and yes I do know Krads name.