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You Hated How Much You Love MeThe fury in her eyes filled my soul with joy. Her hazel, snake-like eyes piercing though mine. She's so sexy when she's mad. She had her long fingers around my throat gripping tightly, I didn't really care as long as she stayed. Why does she like Greed more? He's no good for her? Greed is greed, he wants all women and won't settle with one! I would care for her better than he ever could, even with his years of living. I don't even remember what caused her to grab my throat. "Don't you ever say that he's a good person, anyways your the one to talk, he was the one who saved us from that damn place, or if your memories still rusty after seven years!" Oh, yeah it all started with my big mouth, typical!
I raised one hand to Martel's cheek, "He only uses you as a possession, that's all you are to him. But your better than a possession." I kissed her soft lips, cherry chap-stick smeared across my lips. She tried to push away, but my arms had already snaked around her, one hand playing in her
It's DisgustingMy heart booms at the speed of light
But the exit sign's always in my mind
Always in my sight
Kimbley blasted another glass of booze as his mind could not leave the thought of his boss. The image of Greed stuck in his head, he did not like this not one bit. What the hell is going on here? why couldn't he stop thinking of that damn homunculus?
I could say that I really want to stay
But the devil inside always wins the fight
Always gets his way.
He tried to get away from the thought, but it kept coming back. And he realized that any job Greed gives him, he does with no hesitation what so ever. This was strange, he never obeyed as easily as he did now. He walked to his room still thinking.
Jump out the window gotta
Get out on the highway
When things get too attached
I need an escape
He crawled through the window to take a short walk, knowing if he walked through the front door Greed would stop him. What the hell, even out in the fresh air he still thought of him. It w
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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