“Come into my garden.” She gestured, “don’t worry, they’re all at peace here.”
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To be in the sky,
that’s where i belong.
pulled along by
a powerful song;
a sirens call maybe.
that silent call.
come with me baby,
let’s disobey and fall.
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My demon was beautiful.
Suited in black,
a voice darker than night,
shadowed in smoke,
malicious yet kind.
I was terrified.
Reached out to touch,
that reality could help
me escape.
Sickenly sweet,
He breathed a cold, wet,
"You can't run from me."
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I could feel it take over,
The Depths
and sounds of rushing
Constricting yet, free
Muted shades yet, prismatic.
A sense of abandon took over.
Twisted limbs forming mystic patterns.
A cold swept in
Ah, I forgot.
Death, is often beautiful.
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Well, maybe Ikarys will be a better swimmer.
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