Thy Crimson Tears Make Me thirst for More: Part 5

Jun 25, 2008 16:44

Again far, far, far away from high class literature. Hopefully not too many spelling errors... drop a line if you want to... [I know you do *puppydog eyes*]

She shed a tear for his memory for he was dear to her. She wipes the tear away before anyone sees her crying. Her work is waiting to be done, there's no time to keep it waiting. The children scream in the backyard and the husband demands for a beer. There's no time to mourn for, there's no time to yearn after a life long true love. There're only the children and the man whom she loves not. She gives the beer to the man sitting by the television and walks to the backyard. The children are alright. She locks herself to the bathroom and cries, cries from the bottom of her heart; for she has lost something she loved so dearly, but was never able to have it.

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Yet another lonely night at home, I don't mind them in the middle of the week, I can just reload my batteries then, but on Fridays I'd like to spend time with someone. The time ambles, I wonder if I should call to him. Would there be any sense in that? He won't have the time anyway. I just sit and wait, spend the time by doing nothing, maybe waiting something to happen, but nothing happens. Nothing ever happens to me, he never happens to me. The time ambles until the clock's hands stop still.

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From aside I watch your tears fall down for again I've made you cry. All I ever do is hurt; all I ever do is cause pain. I have come here to bring sorrow and grief, nothing else. Your tears make me thirst for more; I need to see you cry. For that I'm shedding crimson tears of my own.

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[Why does the last one sound like Sentenced's songs?]

fiction, thy crimson tears

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