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    dots Submission Name: T.B.C...2dots

    Author: HisNameIsNoMore
    ASL Info:    28 - Male - Ohio
    Elite Ratio:    2.95 - 75/194/254
    Words: 397
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    Once upon a time ago, I felt as if I was the only thing that was important to me.
    Infecting infatuation with a mirror being.
    Words, I can hear the ripping, the snapping of my heart strings.
    Sweetie, I am more than ordinary.
    Why did your words lacerate, contort and strangle...
    I'm not sickening.
    I'm not the virus you speak of.

    The notes and letters to myself have subsided.
    I caught a glimpse, I fell to my knees, blindsided.

    That rose so black, it calls to me.
    A sirens grasp so dark and alluring.
    I will watch from a window, cracked open, moonlight pale and shimmering dew at dawns first light.

    Once upon my wall sat a clock,
    just ticking away each moment I sat in dismay.
    That crimson field sways,
    a marionette I am just pulled by that black rose in my dreams.
    Just to hold it would complete me once again.
    Like having her brush close to my skin,
    like a thorn she tore me thin.

    We all need a savior to count on.
    We all need a sign that we are who we are.

    At dawn I dredged into my fate, so black I desired marching on and on.
    Carmine sky, skimming my flesh were these never ending same lines.
    I feel so utterly weak, yet I crawl forward, arms length from what I seek.

    Once upon a time someone I loved called me a virus.
    Words that come full circle in mind, just reliving each moment of that play.
    I think I'm only inches away, yet it feels like days.
    My prize is with in my grasp, each crooked thorn tears my fingers and hand, crimson rain.
    So beautiful just to feel pain.
    Eyes clenched so tight, I feel so different.
    Open my vision to nothing but lies.

    Oh God why.
    My God why.

    I fall so still, so cold for what I perceived to be black.
    A delusional lie as withered crimson petals crack.
    When reaching the end of my defense, I've come to understand I am the reason you got so sick inside.
    I should of just left it astray, now I'm here alone with no one to face, no one to blame.

    Once upon a time I walked forever through a field of roses and... Died...

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