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black brid singing in the dead of night, shed your broken wings and learn to fly
Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Frank's POV
( I sip my coffee. He lights a cigarette. We sit like that until the sun goes down. ) -
for here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world
Bulk post from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Patrick's POV
( “Welcome to Erotic Escapes,” I monotone as he approaches the counter, “The gateway to your every erotic escape. Would you like a free lube sample?” ) -
just a singer in a smoky room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume
Bulk post from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Gerard's POV
( And then some of them are lost completely, and the only evidence is what's left over from the pornography. Teeth marks on my neck, bruises on Brendon's hips. Implications, aftermaths. Things I can handle. ) -
I want to take shelter from the poison rain, where the streets have no name
Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Gerard's POV
( That’s heartache, red romance pornography, silver screen classic good down to the core redemption in the momentary lowering of your eyelashes. ) -
willow weep for me, bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea
Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Pete's POV
( “About that,” I say flatly, trying to hide my nervousness, “We’re taking your Hippiebus to Chicago.” ) -
and i don't need anybody with me right now, monday/tuesday is my weekend
Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Brendon's POV
( “Audrey Hepburn is gorgeous.” Pete says suddenly, as if it’s something that has to be said. ) -
don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch, just want my cigarette and hurt
Exert from Black-Eyed Sinner's Pact, Patrick's POV
( He doesn’t pull away so I rest my head against the mattress, and keep thinking about small children and how tired life can make you. How Pete’s right for being scared of getting older. )