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Angels with Filthy Souls

Failure By Design

Created on 2004-03-05 15:53:42 (#2418845), last updated 2004-11-27

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Name:	jetaime_2
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She sits in her room, the shadows devouring her fate in one simple breath. Watching them cloud over everything she loves and taking all lives to prevent her from being happy. The candle light flickering and licking the ceiling and its walls...and all she wants to do is press it up against her skin and slowly become nothing but night. With the moon casting an eerie glow on everyone's lives...but all still have the support of the stars. Some sort of hope, but soon they all know, will crash and burn into nothing but dreams. Obliterating everything they believe in, because they dreamt upon the wrong one. Their total disbelief and anxiety shows itself once more to nothing but the human eye. Or shall we say, painfull one. The clouds are getting darker, filled with sorrowful images and an unforgiven twist, shower upon all that will listen and take notice to the rain that pours upon their faces. When they find that that is their only escape, it begins to thunder, and all hell breaks loose. No one wants to cherish the rain and its beauty, because all are afraid of its defects it bears. So once again the clouds drift away with nothing but the fog to follow. Looking around she finds a knife in which she knows will only be pressed upon one person. It seems to be her only savior, her only way of escape and she loves it. Such beauty it holds and so much breath taking points. This is the only thing she falls upon, only thing she wants to hold. Some may say shes crazy for thinking this way, but do they really know how she thinks? But then she looks back on the shadows, fire, night, clouds, rain, and of course her eternal savior, the knife, she realizes that even though they all can cause pain to her life and to others, she still loves them. She loves the shadows because of its depth in soul. She loves the fire becase of its eternal mystery and ability to destroy. She loves the night, because its her only escape and always gives her the thought of starting over. She loves the clouds because even though they shower her and everyone around them with stress and pain, in the end they are worth much more than that. She loves the knife, and for it being the one she loves the most, because its perfect.

"I love Matt, he did my lj layout"
-Matt

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