Syaoran
most likely hates your guts
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- Kanto, married to Misty
- Seen Apr 7, 2013
You may consider this my "suicide poem", I was really depressed when I wrote this years ago. lol.
- Almost -
A black eyed cat stands by the door entrance, wailing
Its sour tears marking successive paths,
Upon which unwelcome celestial dust decides to saturate
Silence is too close for comfort,
Broken by the sound of the unknown
Fragile whispers, self disputed
Quarrel until blood loss,
Like lava it thickens
Dying with the touch of fresh air,
Air I once craved to breathe
Something is falling down the stairs
But it wouldn't touch the ground..
Let me join you
My dearest,
I am almost,
Almost there.
- Almost -
A black eyed cat stands by the door entrance, wailing
Its sour tears marking successive paths,
Upon which unwelcome celestial dust decides to saturate
Silence is too close for comfort,
Broken by the sound of the unknown
Fragile whispers, self disputed
Quarrel until blood loss,
Like lava it thickens
Dying with the touch of fresh air,
Air I once craved to breathe
Something is falling down the stairs
But it wouldn't touch the ground..
Let me join you
My dearest,
I am almost,
Almost there.