The state of mind and heart looking up in to a face of an Angel so perfect so lovely yet so cruel, with mirror like eyes that never held anything

but torture meant only for her and non other......"Watches her the thunder and rain doing nothing but drenching his clothes and hair, walks to her

in an easy stride like he had all the time in the world witch he did, she was wet covered in mud and shaking her eyes cried black blood.

Nothing fazed him ,not even her misery stirred anything never did, never will, leaning down grabbing a fist full of her tangled hair her movements never losing in momentum

from her manic rocking,

as he turned and pulling her through the mud,making the storm stop and disallowing them both in to white fog speaking to her in a voice that held no emotions flat and cold"

time to catch up little doll,

Zandra will show up soon enough in the mean time I wish for us to enjoy our pass time in play date's.Don't you find it lovely and heart warming that you have me back in your meaningless pathetic life?




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