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Don't play till you read the part where she starts singing (fyi feel free to just not play it at all if you like).
Living all alone
like the monsterthat i am
---that i am
humans go so quickly, they fall so deep asleep. Never show the shock, but I start to weep. You fell in love with the monster that I am, uniform it suited you, hand in hand we ran. Calling all the snakes with all the powers that I have, if they disappeared I don't think that I'd be sad. A never ending world, made for you, and for me. Loving family then we will be. Waiting up for you. Door I closed behind. But you never came. Never wondered why.
The lively were not always affable, masking their bitter emotions with venomus words of vomiting deception, a case, that was taled as nothing more than ordinary. The jealous are the envious, the enraged are the angry, the killers are the ones who play for the gallant of thrill - viels of transparent opposites so effortlessly sustain to swallow the innocent without so much as a singular blink. A cycle of living that was, and still is, the horrid reality that denied to be endorsed as something normal. Something worth accepting.
It was striking that the one void of memories could arise so adequately while acknownledging the horror many staked not to inquire. Death is death, whats the point crying over such a prevalent cause? Why waste your tears when you can smile? Why fill the world with more hate when you can fill it with laughter? Is there something wrong with not feeling pain? Sadness? Words such as that, spiralled through her mind, forwarding the hope of alien-like emotions that had not yet attained her heart. An aged swelling heart that hummed rhythmically against the inside of chest, embraced by fragility of years long gone, and now but mistaken.
Viola. That was her name. The trouble child of the birth-place of her beginning, a fluctating light that began with a woman who was long but taken to the realms of divine light, a tablet of stone and a bed of grass forsaken in her name. A mound of cherry blossom that was the assembly for sexual harassment, but hand of another mentor, recognized as first, but truly the last, sought her way to being the mother. The photo of an older ruler paired with the newer, a memory never forgiving to be mislaid. These were the alluring lights that granted her the desire to shield the only source of solidity she assembled around that heart, urged to never be crumbled by a smile hidden with secrets.
Children had earlier embraced the appeal of bliss with the girl they falsed as Elven, but, in accuracy was anything but that. More overflowing with restlessness, an idea belted forth, elighting the light bulb that only unnerved the younglings bounding back into the embrace of their also fearful guardians. Stumbling off into the assurance of civilization to leave the dragon desolated with whispering words of torment, the scaly frame unraveling into it's once "Elven" form as she herself mumbled - "Monster, huh?" - the sting no longer shuddering the nerves. It was provoking how effortlessly afraid they could get, only when she ventured to expose something purely for fun. Humans were rather fickle beings, and she could never comprehend if they did it for mer torture of gathering turmoil, or were just precisely odd.
A sigh, the direction steered into wood-land, opposite of the display of town instead. Unseemly path-ways, fallen branches, beds of moss, the dragon situated herself flawlessly within the thick of the woods, a hum resonating in her throat as the birds chirped almost cheerfully at her aura of lengthy youth. The radius was unknown to her, but, she was not advancing toward unease, but, rather curiousity. Gloved hands spanning toward the air, as if faithful in grappling something that would regrettably not be there.
Pinkish lips parted, liberating the humming to more louder and alluring sounds, an almost drawing caroling reflecting toward the one who situated nearby. Surely able to haul the absorption to the one who formed such enticing sounds as the source did not falter in it's bashful endurance. Step. Step. Step. Unraveling like the air, she cantered through the narrow way of descended grass, weaving through trees and daunting ledges that firmly rooted against her feet with never faltering touch. The melody left a stream of unseen music, whirling like stardust, gentle, light, enchanting, if only she would halt in her steps to the one who bounded so dearly in seize.
But, not even she could move forever. The serene bed of river slowing the tumbling feet, the audible allure gradually liberating from lips as round optics of uncommon amethyst reflected against moving water, emitting laughter. A shifting bush, the sense of another, acute ears strained in brief unease, crown of green twirling around to confront another set of eyes. There was nothing but the caller of river to relive the stunned muted silence, fluttering lashes of raven dazed by the mound of such radiant white. Another thing she yearned to touch.
It was striking that the one void of memories could arise so adequately while acknownledging the horror many staked not to inquire. Death is death, whats the point crying over such a prevalent cause? Why waste your tears when you can smile? Why fill the world with more hate when you can fill it with laughter? Is there something wrong with not feeling pain? Sadness? Words such as that, spiralled through her mind, forwarding the hope of alien-like emotions that had not yet attained her heart. An aged swelling heart that hummed rhythmically against the inside of chest, embraced by fragility of years long gone, and now but mistaken.
Viola. That was her name. The trouble child of the birth-place of her beginning, a fluctating light that began with a woman who was long but taken to the realms of divine light, a tablet of stone and a bed of grass forsaken in her name. A mound of cherry blossom that was the assembly for sexual harassment, but hand of another mentor, recognized as first, but truly the last, sought her way to being the mother. The photo of an older ruler paired with the newer, a memory never forgiving to be mislaid. These were the alluring lights that granted her the desire to shield the only source of solidity she assembled around that heart, urged to never be crumbled by a smile hidden with secrets.
Children had earlier embraced the appeal of bliss with the girl they falsed as Elven, but, in accuracy was anything but that. More overflowing with restlessness, an idea belted forth, elighting the light bulb that only unnerved the younglings bounding back into the embrace of their also fearful guardians. Stumbling off into the assurance of civilization to leave the dragon desolated with whispering words of torment, the scaly frame unraveling into it's once "Elven" form as she herself mumbled - "Monster, huh?" - the sting no longer shuddering the nerves. It was provoking how effortlessly afraid they could get, only when she ventured to expose something purely for fun. Humans were rather fickle beings, and she could never comprehend if they did it for mer torture of gathering turmoil, or were just precisely odd.
A sigh, the direction steered into wood-land, opposite of the display of town instead. Unseemly path-ways, fallen branches, beds of moss, the dragon situated herself flawlessly within the thick of the woods, a hum resonating in her throat as the birds chirped almost cheerfully at her aura of lengthy youth. The radius was unknown to her, but, she was not advancing toward unease, but, rather curiousity. Gloved hands spanning toward the air, as if faithful in grappling something that would regrettably not be there.
Pinkish lips parted, liberating the humming to more louder and alluring sounds, an almost drawing caroling reflecting toward the one who situated nearby. Surely able to haul the absorption to the one who formed such enticing sounds as the source did not falter in it's bashful endurance. Step. Step. Step. Unraveling like the air, she cantered through the narrow way of descended grass, weaving through trees and daunting ledges that firmly rooted against her feet with never faltering touch. The melody left a stream of unseen music, whirling like stardust, gentle, light, enchanting, if only she would halt in her steps to the one who bounded so dearly in seize.
But, not even she could move forever. The serene bed of river slowing the tumbling feet, the audible allure gradually liberating from lips as round optics of uncommon amethyst reflected against moving water, emitting laughter. A shifting bush, the sense of another, acute ears strained in brief unease, crown of green twirling around to confront another set of eyes. There was nothing but the caller of river to relive the stunned muted silence, fluttering lashes of raven dazed by the mound of such radiant white. Another thing she yearned to touch.
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made by jinx of adoxography and GS
