by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:37 pm
Juliet looked up at him. "Is there a reason you don't believe that your not a killer ? You couldn't kill the baby." She said. "Why were you so nervous when you brought the baby here ? What did you think I was going to do."
"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.”