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Title: I confess...
Fandom: HIM/Viva la Bam
Characters: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of Ville's deepest thoughts and writings.
Disclaimer I do not own Ville or his mind or any of the people he may write about. The poetry/lyrics, however, are mine. Do not steal. (it's been done before with not so pretty results)
Half-lidded eyes
Stare through the night
Warm vermillion leaks
Black in its mother's eye
Hot bleeds cold
Wrap up my melting heart
Totally exposed
I won't let you play the part
Of hero once again
Get down from your horse
And breed in sin
Gaping black cracks the white
As the days are swallowed by night
Trace my fears
Crimson tipped red
Unmasked silver
Free fall into the depths
Pick apart my mind
One touch at a time
Cross my heart
I hope to die
If only it means
That I could lie
In your arms once again.
Soon, my love
You'll pay
Soon, darling
He'll stay
"Do you think that for one second, one solitary moment
that he hesitated? That he doubted?
Never.
His trust is deep and his passion pure. Young in heart
and eyes but frayed just enough to silence naivety. He
will not falter. He will follow you to the ends of the
earth."
It's getting harder and harder to sleep.
All the restless nights lie quaking under the ghost of
his memory. The color of his eyes, the way his hair
frames his face, his touch... sweet electric burn indeed.
But it seems as though I've been foresaken. Damned to a
friendship that I love and despise all at once. Love. I
hate him for making me love him... but then how sincere
can that be? Love, hate, it's all a fucking game. There
are no happy endings for nothing truly ends. We're all
just fucking pawns in this life and all those that fall
before and after.
Love is a lie. Love is a flame that can't be tamed...
and although we are its willing prey, my darling,
We are not the ones to blame.
-----
and here comes the crappy part.
I have decided to stop writing fanfiction.
It's simply time to move on...
All my fics/writing tables are going to be on offcial hiatus until further notice, with the exception of Harlem Sunset which will be on hiatus only until the next few chapters are recovered from my old hard-drive. That story will be finished because it's not being written for me but for my lurvely Bammi.
I'll still be around __vam, I haven't given up reading the stuff, just writing it.
I'd also like to offer my services as beta to those in need. Just comment or e-mail me at valo_yossa69@yahoo.com if you need a beta.
I am, however, starting to write and illustrate my own comic series (the first couple pages of which will hopefully be up in a few weeks, if all goes well) and my band is starting to record and all that jazz so if you're interested in either of those please friend __valo_yossa for updates.
It's been fun, ladies.
♥♥♥
Fandom: HIM/Viva la Bam
Characters: Ville/Bam
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of Ville's deepest thoughts and writings.
Disclaimer I do not own Ville or his mind or any of the people he may write about. The poetry/lyrics, however, are mine. Do not steal. (it's been done before with not so pretty results)
Half-lidded eyes
Stare through the night
Warm vermillion leaks
Black in its mother's eye
Hot bleeds cold
Wrap up my melting heart
Totally exposed
I won't let you play the part
Of hero once again
Get down from your horse
And breed in sin
Gaping black cracks the white
As the days are swallowed by night
Trace my fears
Crimson tipped red
Unmasked silver
Free fall into the depths
Pick apart my mind
One touch at a time
Cross my heart
I hope to die
If only it means
That I could lie
In your arms once again.
Soon, my love
You'll pay
Soon, darling
He'll stay
"Do you think that for one second, one solitary moment
that he hesitated? That he doubted?
Never.
His trust is deep and his passion pure. Young in heart
and eyes but frayed just enough to silence naivety. He
will not falter. He will follow you to the ends of the
earth."
It's getting harder and harder to sleep.
All the restless nights lie quaking under the ghost of
his memory. The color of his eyes, the way his hair
frames his face, his touch... sweet electric burn indeed.
But it seems as though I've been foresaken. Damned to a
friendship that I love and despise all at once. Love. I
hate him for making me love him... but then how sincere
can that be? Love, hate, it's all a fucking game. There
are no happy endings for nothing truly ends. We're all
just fucking pawns in this life and all those that fall
before and after.
Love is a lie. Love is a flame that can't be tamed...
and although we are its willing prey, my darling,
We are not the ones to blame.
-----
and here comes the crappy part.
I have decided to stop writing fanfiction.
It's simply time to move on...
All my fics/writing tables are going to be on offcial hiatus until further notice, with the exception of Harlem Sunset which will be on hiatus only until the next few chapters are recovered from my old hard-drive. That story will be finished because it's not being written for me but for my lurvely Bammi.
I'll still be around __vam, I haven't given up reading the stuff, just writing it.
I'd also like to offer my services as beta to those in need. Just comment or e-mail me at valo_yossa69@yahoo.com if you need a beta.
I am, however, starting to write and illustrate my own comic series (the first couple pages of which will hopefully be up in a few weeks, if all goes well) and my band is starting to record and all that jazz so if you're interested in either of those please friend __valo_yossa for updates.
It's been fun, ladies.
♥♥♥