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SerpentAlways waitingSerpent by ~Wistfulwish
for the perfect change to strike me down
so cunning, so patient
Love is a language it cannot possibly understand
and I've given up on trying
the more I give, the more it takes
Life is nothing,
i am Nothing
it fills me with these thoughts
I feel the viper's sting
biting me
mercilessly
feel the poison
coursing through me
Spite, contempt, and hatred
take but a moment to begin
and years to subside
Opening myself,
opens more wounds
leaves me bleeding once again
No
if only it were that simple...
Who we AreWe've lost our way and can't come backWho we Are by ~Wistfulwish
The lands behind us can no longer bear the fruits of tomorrow
Today, we can only reap our sorrows
The road before us is barren, lifeless
We are confused, hopeless
We were Idealists, working towards a greater good
Avaricious, satisfying our selfish desires
Compassionate, giving so others could have more
Arrogant, believing that we deserved more
We were Misled, by those we trusted
Lied to, by those who taught us
Convinced, by those who raised us
Abandoned, by those who left us without a way out
The fog rolls in, surrounding and encasing us
Divided, we scatter in confused turmoil
Helpless to
DistanceIf thoughts could transcend the limitationsDistance by ~Wistfulwish
Of space, time, and mind
If such warmth were not so transient
and difficult to find
If criticisms could not harm,
but strengthen,
your resolve
If loneliness could be fought,
and not control
your fears
If you can hold fast
to your hopes
If you can believe
in yourself
Then you can go the distance
A DriveAn endless row of cars, streaming down the roadA Drive by ~Wistfulwish
Crawling forth an inch, brakes singing
The sun glaring harshly in her eyes
Exhaust filling her lungs
Eyelids drooping
Fatigue
It was a road often not traveled
Merging into the traffic
What were the odds?
A hazy, angry night, trying to forget it all
Dropping a broken bottle of cheap whiskey
Fumbling for his keys, merrily jingling
The car engine roaring in his ears
Hands trembling
Drunk
It could have been anyone
Sitting in that car
Why?
Metal grinding into metal relentlessly
Crimson blood spilling on concrete
The wail of ambulance sirens
Desperate gasps for air
A tiny heart
Sta.sh
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and for adding it to a collection called "fantastic stories" wow i'm flattered 
Well it was a lot of work setting up all twelve account, but it was fun though 
MY LOVELY LOVELY BERTHA. 
