MissHannahCellaneous

He was my knight though his armour did not shine, he wasn't in it to save me, I was there to go down with him. His noble steed was a dragon he could never slay, with smoke that billows in all the colours of the rainbow but eyes as black as the darkest pits of the earth. His sword was needle thin, it vanquished enemies only to encourage more with every hit. He climbed to the highest room in the tallest tower, he was too high to see his damsel from there, he fought against his greatest foe and in that moment his armour shone. He almost won, victorious and enraged, he forgot his great height and fell, he fell so far, right through the earth, I r

The first time I cried and convulsed, I screamed and wailed, All I wanted was an end to the pain. The first time, I felt my heart break The second time, I got my wish... The second time there were no tears, no sound passed my tightly pursed lips. And my heart... I struggled to remember what one of those felt like. The second time, I was left dead inside. The second time I realised that to feel pain was a blessing.

    A hot, bone thin hand clutches at my throat,                                                    The smell of burning flesh mingled  with decay and cologne burns my nostrils,    I try to recoil but the jagged stone wall behind me bites into my skull where the flesh is already raw,           I feel the thin hand's grip grow tighter,   As my sense of reality grows weaker, And my will to live deminishes more and    more with each passing second