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If I had one more chance...

I would have done it right.

I stood in the middle of the vacant field, and the sky would fall on my command. The world would crumble with the sound of my voice. But yet, I remain silent for the time being. This power in which I hold in my hand is not to be taken lightly. We walk as strangers in these times, and all that we know is about to end. You'll keep on fighting, but never win. Just live for right now.

So far away.

So far from you.

Goodbye, and hold with you the memory of this fading dream. I was your desolate color, the vibrant tarnish you were to hold dearly in the palm of your trembling hands. The soft, silk like skin was ever so tender, and I was a good sport, playing nice. I wished upon another star, and the star's light burnt out on all of my hopes, dreams, leaving me with nothing but misery. Miss something there? That is alright, I wish life was fair. I'll wipe the tears from my eyes with your first and last kiss. The cuddle bunnies that hop around my intestines are making me dry heave, and you are killing me slowly with the way that...the way that you....

I know you won't come back.

Hanging a stolen picture by a thumbtack.

You are haunting me, and I challenge this vision to bring me something painful. Yet, all I receive is a slap in the face. No, no. Bad Moore. You still can't hold yourself together. Never have. Never will. Always going after that cheap thrill, and fucking it up. She is the golden ticket to the chocolate factory, and I'm heated to get my mitts on some of that milky way. And then I focused...

I shivered.

It must have been the cold air that surrounded me as I sat back on this metal step. In my hand was my empty glass music box that normally had a ballerina twirling inside without a care. But now..she was over there, through the looking glass. The fallen crust of God's grace was circling me, and my body wasn't reacting how I had hoped. I wasn't fairing well as Shiva's cold touch was becoming too much. Please, have mercy on me my ice queen. I crouched over, on the outside looking in. My eyes caught glimpse of the miracle before me. My ballerina. I held up my glass music box, and she fit perfectly inside like this very transparent enclosure was meant for her. Was that a tear I felt slithering out of the void?

You aren't worth the waste of the salt....

or the water.

Are you?

I sat in awe, dumbfounded as to what I was experiencing.

Euphoria through a pan of glass. I was dope sick. This lust had driven me to the point of being mad. I traveled a great distance on a whim. My surroundings were of but a foreign land. Ireland I presume. I never paid much attention to detail, after all, my life was but a detailed fiction. But this...beautiful creature before me. She..she could resurrect the humanity lost. She..yes..she could save the soul that was damned to this day. Forever watching...

Forever cold...

I would but offer you this life. Take this heart..and let me die slow. It's better than the cold. Empty, lifeless. A shell, I am. I am thy who says I am the. Would you to humor me with a moments embrace, would send a tragic whirlwind down stream. Cascading winds that battle, lash, and slowly retreat. Take this heart..and let me die slow. My face now pressed against the window's exterior. If you would look this way, would you even notice? I had the urge to give a gentle tease with my knuckles, but a force was holding my hands in check. I feel it taking over everything inside of me. Was this jealousy? Was I losing control? Why didn't she love me?

Why don't you love me?

Touching me...touching you. Our struggle. We'll battle on the unknown realm with a two step. A hand leading the body towards the left, feet in stride. I'd give you a gallop anytime, any place. My call went unheard, but I would beat down heaven's gate, and hells door to answer yours. I hear it, a whisper from the far regions of this very planet. But you are unknowing of your signal, ignorant. You can not tell of the things in which you truly desire....truly need. I'm crouched here..staring. Staring at you. Suddenly I am lifted. Pulled away from behind. Is this an angel? The wonderful beasts rises, nothing making it do as so, lifting our bodies higher in to the air.

My eyes blinked before they closed.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed I was returned to the planet. A fluffy white and pink layer was surrounding, and I was collapsed on a puffy pink mattress. Beside me lay my savior, the goddess. Her pure locks of hair were a mess about the sheets, as was her body. I tingled. I burned. This wasn't real, but my god...I held on to it. I squeezed this son of a bitch scene, and I swore I never let go. I swore...

You see?

You are the one for me.

My fingers glided on her skin. It was moist, clam like. I must have fallen upon a dream, or was I simply seeing everything for what it truly was. Or was meant for? I looked at the body beside me, and upon the face was the symbol of a true soul. The mask daunted me, but I held on to my courage. Ripped. Why was I being forsaken?

Again.

I shook the cob webs, and looked forward. My face was pressed against the glass, and my angelic ballerina was still at toe. Her beautiful facial covering was striking my attention, why did I ever let go? I must be a fool, or in shambles. Shambles. The rubble I kick with my feet while I ponder. This heart wonders. I press my face harder against the glass, pretending I hear it crack. This is for your pleasure, can't you understand that? I stopped. Hesitation. My hand came to my face, as I felt the scars. The burns. My hideous disfigurement. The reason my face was now plastered with paint. Make up.

Whatever sounds less fagish.

My hand dropped back to my side. I sighed. Long, hard, I sighed. I looked back at my glory, and I noticed a figure in her presence. I choked. What was this? Finally..I saw. I saw the strings attached to her flesh. The puppet master was revealing themselves. Was it to me? Could...they see me? I backed away from the window. Again, my glass music box came up in front of my face. Ah, the site brought wickedness to my lips. I lowered it. They can see me. I raised it. Ah, the site brought tenderness to my lips. I lowered it. They can see me. I raised it. Ah, the site brought the gentle rub of a warm hand to my calloused body. Scarred. Hurt. I lowered it.

They can see me.

My body had a bit of a twitch to it. My arms jerking. My eyes rolling. A zoom was heard in my drums, sinking my body to a slump. My brain felt as if it was to rattle inside it's cage. A locked animal, be free. Be free, my dreams.

Nothing is forever.

I dropped the glass music box. And it shattered. Silent, but a lethal blow to my heart. I dropped to my knees, the entire world mute. I had gone deaf. My hands covered my ears. I screamed. The world couldn't hear. I screamed louder. The world didn't care. I FUCKING SCREAMED. The world was at peace. Black and white..diseased. Recover. I picked up the shattered pieces of glass in my hand, and the shards cut me. The wounds were deep, and possibly fatal. I screamed louder. I cried. Weeping, the blood was creeping. To my face, my hands went. I sheltered my disgusting face with corrupted hands. I bled upon myself, with it trickling in my mouth. My tongue flickered, ravishing the bitter sweet symphony playing amplified for my taste buds. Suction, swallowing. Blood spills smooth down anybody's throat. I was shaking. Was my life falling away from me? I crumbled beneath the pressure. Slowly, unsteady, I stood up on my knees. Trembling, a leaned to my special place. The glass. The window. I fell softly, quietly against it. My breath exhaled upon it, fogging it up. With all my might...my hand, shaking, came up. I brought my index finger to my mouth, where I sucked the blood dry from it. I pressed my index on the window in the fog. I. I wrote I. You. I wrote you. Love. I wrote love. I wrote You I Love. No..that's not right. I wiped it away with my sleeve. I exhaled on the window again, and again my index went to it. I. I wrote I. Love. I wrote love. You. I wrote you.

I love you.

I fell back now. Slowly...drifting away. And then she came...

My Angel...without wings.