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Your voice drowns out the air
I speak but you're not there
Depuis mon silence je n'espère
Que de les voir te briser dans ta chair.
When did it all go wrong?
When did we lose our strong connection?
Depuis quand ne sommes-nous plus
L'unité que tu avais toujours voulue?
The call of light is faint now.
Darkness ripples along skin and brow
Tu me vois faible, fragile, quand bien même
Je serai le couteau, la main blessée qui t'aime.
Go to sleep now, everything will be alright
Close your eyes; for you I've cried
Un millier d'ombres à l'affût de cet instant
Plus qu'une larme, baignée de sang.
I speak but you're not there
Depuis mon silence je n'espère
Que de les voir te briser dans ta chair.
When did it all go wrong?
When did we lose our strong connection?
Depuis quand ne sommes-nous plus
L'unité que tu avais toujours voulue?
The call of light is faint now.
Darkness ripples along skin and brow
Tu me vois faible, fragile, quand bien même
Je serai le couteau, la main blessée qui t'aime.
Go to sleep now, everything will be alright
Close your eyes; for you I've cried
Un millier d'ombres à l'affût de cet instant
Plus qu'une larme, baignée de sang.
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Part 1: the Storm
In a world not much older, but more innocent than the one you live on now, a gentle yellow sun dawned upon ceaseless relentless sea waves, as they rolled on across the face of the world, as they had for centuries.
A cool morning breeze wafted over the sea, gentle caresses of fresh news from far off places brushing over the white heads of foam. The breeze brought with it a thousand scents, and occasionally travelers, in the form of sea birds, gliding over the silvery green waters below.
Islands dotted the sea blessed by the suns gaze, islands where humans bustled about busily. Most had been working for hours already, as soon as dawns silve
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Swimming: A CCorp Story Pt. 6
"What the hell?" Damion raised an eyebrow. "He's not for sale."
"What do you mean it's not for sale?" The woman replied, her brow furrowing in confusion, or at least attempting to. It was clear that the woman, who seemed to be in her late twenties, had had a lot of body modifications done. Her face had not a single wrinkle on it, not by her eyes or the corners of her mouth. Her red hair was perfectly quaffed, not a single strand out of place in it's upright do. Her neck and ears were adorned with rare, ice blue Plutonian crystals that matched Requiem's eyes almost perfectly although at the moment they had a brighter shine to them than Requie
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Drug Induced Slumber
Take a sip, take a swig,
Another life, gone as gone by,
Hate the life, which passes by,
Why do I live it? I ask myself,
No answer forthcoming,
Where does it end?
No answer does come,
I weep, for my eternal soul,
Fuck it, end it all!
When I can, I answer,
When I end, this tasteless time,
I want the answers, they don't belong,
I cry, rivers of tears, pain and loss,
I've got no hope, nor restful sleep,
Taking pills, trippy dreams,
Woe is me, forgot my smoke,
Taking shots, alcohol invest,
Getting high, go trimethylene!
Wanna die, cannot wait,
Fuck this world, for all its hate,
Take the knife, from the waist,
Look at it softly
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I joined RandomBrains recently, to get to participate in a fun activity: creating an artwork that will be used as inspiration for a second artist. I do need some randomness in my life now and again, if only to keep things interesting for myself 
I got a random set of words to use as prompts:
connection - faint - fragile
I got the first two sentences a couple of days ago, and figured that today I'd continue work on it. I ended up doing a dual poem ^^ (the good thing with working with bilingual artists that know the same languages as you
). As usual, it got sad. XD
So here's my half of the activity ^^ now I'm curious to see what will come of it << muahahaha.
This piece now has its visual counterpart! Check it out here: fav.me/dazhkm8, and give Tuntalm some love ^^
I got a random set of words to use as prompts:
connection - faint - fragile
I got the first two sentences a couple of days ago, and figured that today I'd continue work on it. I ended up doing a dual poem ^^ (the good thing with working with bilingual artists that know the same languages as you
). As usual, it got sad. XDSo here's my half of the activity ^^ now I'm curious to see what will come of it << muahahaha.
This piece now has its visual counterpart! Check it out here: fav.me/dazhkm8, and give Tuntalm some love ^^
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Looks like hella fun! Maybe if there's not too many rules I'll join!
Je parle en francais, mais oui!
But let me take time to uh...you know...not skim...and read this properly! XDDDDD
To me this represents not a pain or a broken love but rather that sweet dark joy of letting go and succumbing to that peaceful almost orgasmic deathly sleep.
The part that stays with me...is "when did it all go wrong?"
So much introspection to be had and it's never quite any one thing that went wrong. But damn if you don't spend days, months....sometimes even straight hard years trying to precisely pinpoint ....where it all went wrong.
If you could just...just figure it out somehow, wouldn't life be so much clearer and more clam?
You could finally focus on the present and even maybe the future if you could just fucking figure it where it all went wrong.
Je parle en francais, mais oui!
But let me take time to uh...you know...not skim...and read this properly! XDDDDD
To me this represents not a pain or a broken love but rather that sweet dark joy of letting go and succumbing to that peaceful almost orgasmic deathly sleep.
The part that stays with me...is "when did it all go wrong?"
So much introspection to be had and it's never quite any one thing that went wrong. But damn if you don't spend days, months....sometimes even straight hard years trying to precisely pinpoint ....where it all went wrong.
If you could just...just figure it out somehow, wouldn't life be so much clearer and more clam?
You could finally focus on the present and even maybe the future if you could just fucking figure it where it all went wrong.