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[Atomic Samurai]

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[ZC.]

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3SPOOP5U

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Vielan Melanio [VAI-lun may-LAH-nee-oh]

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|| Energetic | Outgoing | Extroverted | Dark-humored | Charming ||

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[knifekind]

Username; blurry face
Name; vinny
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i've double-crossed the line and given the crown; call myself a hurricane so we'll make two. with knuckles scraped and bones picked clean - vultures of the city breaking your walls without a broken scream. there's no use now, because i'm the worst that could happen - and i'm already here!

looking better than the new age sickness, bruised lips and cotton headaches, i'm here as your worst nightmare and biggest secret - between feather-down and broken sighs, did you really think id forget? my neck is open and i'm by the guillotine, so end my misery but do it clean.

living for the city sleep, nesting between concrete pillow skylines and a broken feeling; whiskey's just as good a medicine as anything, and maybe inner wounds will heal. i was alone and i feared no city; until the eclipse of your lips and the flutter of your eyelids like moonshine wings; it was the dance of our hands across shared skin, whispered confessions between sanctuary and hopelessness. you wanted to be an angel but baby, you were a demon and i went to hell.

you were saving me with your broken halo and your firecracker wings; although like a lighter in a storm you went out too soon, because although my demons were dead my battle was lost, because it was always you; leaving me with broken words and a messed-up feeling - it's not a side effect, i'm in love.

- 235/500



the brush of your fingers, how your touch just lingered; things i loved until you didn't love me. soon your perfume became my drug and i shot up with you in the gloomy haze of blue afternoon between tempo headaches and heartache heists; you were no good for me but i needed you like a drug, a cruel addiction. you were better than heroin but twice as bad; shaking like a polaroid anxiety attack, lips sky blue and head thrown back; the hickies of what you did attacking at your throat, leaving marks that never faded. you and i were victorious, until i got addicted and your supply ran short.

we were fleeting, like spring; chasing the sun into hopes of better days, only to feel the moon's cloak being ripped away and the harsh sunlight burning hot on our oil slicked pupils blind, because we had been so immune to the darkness inside we mistook it for light.

you covered me in gasoline and broke me in like whiskey dreams; between smoke haze and broken knuckles, copper blood and bitten lips, i realized i was on fire. you were my blaze, my bonfire, and you left me with a chill when you fled.

you burnt me to death, cindering skin and smoldering kisses, and i pretended there was never any pain.

but it was you, so i let the blaze rage on.


- 299/500

[Chimericect]

Username; blurry face
Name; vinny
2 extras;


i've double-crossed the line and given the crown; call myself a hurricane so we'll make two. with knuckles scraped and bones picked clean - vultures of the city breaking your walls without a broken scream. there's no use now, because i'm the worst that could happen - and i'm already here!

looking better than the new age sickness, bruised lips and cotton headaches, i'm here as your worst nightmare and biggest secret - between feather-down and broken sighs, did you really think id forget? my neck is open and i'm by the guillotine, so end my misery but do it clean.

living for the city sleep, nesting between concrete pillow skylines and a broken feeling; whiskey's just as good a medicine as anything, and maybe inner wounds will heal. i was alone and i feared no city; until the eclipse of your lips and the flutter of your eyelids like moonshine wings; it was the dance of our hands across shared skin, whispered confessions between sanctuary and hopelessness. you wanted to be an angel but baby, you were a demon and i went to hell.

you were saving me with your broken halo and your firecracker wings; although like a lighter in a storm you went out too soon, because although my demons were dead my battle was lost, because it was always you; leaving me with broken words and a messed-up feeling - it's not a side effect, i'm in love.

- 235/500



the brush of your fingers, how your touch just lingered; things i loved until you didn't love me. soon your perfume became my drug and i shot up with you in the gloomy haze of blue afternoon between tempo headaches and heartache heists; you were no good for me but i needed you like a drug, a cruel addiction. you were better than heroin but twice as bad; shaking like a polaroid anxiety attack, lips sky blue and head thrown back; the hickies of what you did attacking at your throat, leaving marks that never faded. you and i were victorious, until i got addicted and your supply ran short.

we were fleeting, like spring; chasing the sun into hopes of better days, only to feel the moon's cloak being ripped away and the harsh sunlight burning hot on our oil slicked pupils blind, because we had been so immune to the darkness inside we mistook it for light.

you covered me in gasoline and broke me in like whiskey dreams; between smoke haze and broken knuckles, copper blood and bitten lips, i realized i was on fire. you were my blaze, my bonfire, and you left me with a chill when you fled.

you burnt me to death, cindering skin and smoldering kisses, and i pretended there was never any pain.

but it was you, so i let the blaze rage on.


- 299/500

Winner c:

[knifekind]

aaaAaA tysm!! <3