( When day broke, the world was already gone. )

( Remember that day in the summer? )

Honestly, he felt nothing inside. His heart, the dull, soft whoosh of a moth's wing. There was no warmth in him, no fire or passion; it was all ripped out of him the day they took her away. She, whom he attached his very life and soul to. His one and only, his sky and sun. Now, there was no sun, and there was no sky to miss it.
Was he incapable of ( Read more... )

They came in hordes of twenty, thirty thousand, all black and charcoal. Faces scalded off by rage, by sin and corruption. They marched to the steady drum of dying hearts-- erratic disorder, insane.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Crushing morals and dreams and hopes and lives so easily, like snuffing out a candle, killing a butterfly.
And there, they danced, ( Read more... )

Eyes gold, glazed over. Staring, staring, into the unknown, maybe the land of the dead, maybe the land of the accursed, the condemned, the underworld, our Hell. Eyes that will never see again. Eyes that were always blind.

Lips sewn; The cutting of the thread of life silences our words, our breathing. A breath to hush the flame within the ghosts ( Read more... )

 ( Epical Phailo under cut. )

Title: Sleeping Navy
Status: Drabble, complete
Series: Original / n/a
Warnings: n/a
Notes: I felt like it. That's all.

( There was a dream I once had. )