by MagicGirl_Helia » Wed May 23, 2012 2:12 pm
Juliet quickly pushed the thought from her mind. Wishful thinking... she thought with a sudden sadness. She looked down at the ground. "The same attitude as a demon I knew." she said quietly, walking past him.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”