Blue mist surrounds my thoughts,
tinting the world around me.
I let out a breath and then inhale,
excitement and euphoria entrance,
and I am lost.
I never want to be found.
I'll never need anyone else.
All I want is to drift here,
in the mist,
that is you.
You really are the worst, no matter what I do, I feel so drawn to you. I feel the soft tendrils of magic, attracting me, drawing me in so slowly, and yet pushing me so so far away. Nothing is so priceless as your smile, your body so frail, but your mind and spirit, they make me ashamed, I want to be better, for you.
I have to try harder and i must improve, for myself and for you. I must open my heart and mind, I must focus on the sounds in my ears and the senses in my spirt.
I try so hard to know you, and I know I never will, but this is what is so magical about you, your mystery, Like the sky, light and delicate, but so expansive and envel
Sometimes I wonder,
what color do you hold?
and me...
am I monster, or an angel?
or both...
When I look into your eyes, and they flutter,
I wonder,
what darkness do you hold?
and me...
What of all of this, what of all of you.
When does my love become something else?
When I made you cry,
what did I do to myself?
Did I die...
Oh fate, why are you so creul?
As I sit here, waiting for death, waiting for life, I wonder.
About him, about myself, about all the things I could have been or could have become.
What does it matter though, if this moment is all that carries me.
The immovable wind, to which I am a snowflake.
What time, what place, it doesn't matter.
I can see my breath in the wind, how quickly it fades.
None of it upsets me, in this moment I am trying to feel content.
I keep wishing that things could have been some other way, any other way.
But what can I do, but die here, in the cold.
Blue mist surrounds my thoughts,
tinting the world around me.
I let out a breath and then inhale,
excitement and euphoria entrance,
and I am lost.
I never want to be found.
I'll never need anyone else.
All I want is to drift here,
in the mist,
that is you.
You really are the worst, no matter what I do, I feel so drawn to you. I feel the soft tendrils of magic, attracting me, drawing me in so slowly, and yet pushing me so so far away. Nothing is so priceless as your smile, your body so frail, but your mind and spirit, they make me ashamed, I want to be better, for you.
I have to try harder and i must improve, for myself and for you. I must open my heart and mind, I must focus on the sounds in my ears and the senses in my spirt.
I try so hard to know you, and I know I never will, but this is what is so magical about you, your mystery, Like the sky, light and delicate, but so expansive and envel
Sometimes I wonder,
what color do you hold?
and me...
am I monster, or an angel?
or both...
When I look into your eyes, and they flutter,
I wonder,
what darkness do you hold?
and me...
What of all of this, what of all of you.
When does my love become something else?
When I made you cry,
what did I do to myself?
Did I die...
Oh fate, why are you so creul?
As I sit here, waiting for death, waiting for life, I wonder.
About him, about myself, about all the things I could have been or could have become.
What does it matter though, if this moment is all that carries me.
The immovable wind, to which I am a snowflake.
What time, what place, it doesn't matter.
I can see my breath in the wind, how quickly it fades.
None of it upsets me, in this moment I am trying to feel content.
I keep wishing that things could have been some other way, any other way.
But what can I do, but die here, in the cold.
Comfort (Lucifer x reader) by drade666, literature
Literature
Comfort (Lucifer x reader)
Comfort (Lucifer x reader)
Lucifer was never the kind of guy…um…archangel to ever share his feelings or tell you how he was feeling but every now and then he’d open up to you in some manner.
It was late one night when you finally decided to turn in. You crawled into the hotel bed in nothing but your black – short styled underwear, pulling the blankets up to your chin as sleep slowly enveloped you. You slept soundly until you stirred for some reason about 3 hours later with your sleepy vision you looked at the digital clock by the bed. 3 AM the clock read in big red numbers then as you stretched you were suddenly ve
It's hard to summarize yourself into a little box...then again some people are really good at it...
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I hate people but there are a few that I love, so if you feel compelled to talk to me, I'll talk back.
Current Residence: United States Favourite style of art: Expressive, Dark, Surreal Operating System: Snow Leopard Favourite cartoon character: Ayato Kamina, Ritsuka Aoyagi Personal Quote: "If you come with me I'll tell you, about the blue blood, about everything in this world.&
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Everything feels so wrong, so unnatural. I can't even explain it in words. Where I am, where I'm going, it's horrifying. But it doesn't bother others in the same way. I just can't understand… People look at me so strangely, like I'm so foreign to them. I can't help but feel like I'm not even the same kind of creature.
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