[Heard]
Usually frightened by many faces. Closed in boxes sometimes cases, drips of blood left unshaken and on every full moon my stories are left fully tainted.
[Fabian]
A transformation within though un-a-were, like a wolves in sheep skin, my personality a product of many corpses, an emotionless motion, for have you heard a heart beat during rigamortus.
[Heard]
Just like the many saying, "It tore my torso", ripped from the very rain that spilled not so long ago... Maybe forever left its meaning, took its hunger on a plate to go. Now I shiver but the cold is still who I look up to so no.
[Fabian]
For warmth illuded me, the way breathe did the dead, an eternal fire only a concept of time, for how could eternity exist when no one has seen it, and how could I promise it to you when I know I could never give it..
[Heard]
I taught what I took and It never misleads me.
©heard
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