looseleaf stuck in notebook...
[the second of the two afore-mentioned Phisto stories, no more than started.. this one was also somewhat based on a drawing and a few poems I'd written.]
Betrayer.
You swore to me forever, forever! And I will remain here for all the time you swore I would not be alone.
You left me alone. This sorrow which shades my entire existance, I did not think could still further grow, but it did, you tore these wounds open and spread them wide, infection was let within and the damages to my soul fester endlessly.
This bleeding cannot be quelled, and you are not here to bind these wounds. All within me is rent into scarlet tatters, all I created around me is steeped in pain and loss.
Betrayer.
You swore to me forever, forever! And I will remain here for all the time you swore I would not be alone.
You left me alone. This sorrow which shades my entire existance, I did not think could still further grow, but it did, you tore these wounds open and spread them wide, infection was let within and the damages to my soul fester endlessly.
This bleeding cannot be quelled, and you are not here to bind these wounds. All within me is rent into scarlet tatters, all I created around me is steeped in pain and loss.