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My daily traits; routine. A normality now so familiar that anything other than its presence leaves ruptured thoughts; fractured senses.
Unclasp eyes, train, work, train, home, and re-clasp eyes.
Rinse and repeat.
That was, until I saw her. A walking, talking, ticking time bomb; encased with a shell so irresistible one glance was all it took to know I had to have her.
Unclasp eyes, die inside, and re-clasp eyes.
Rinse and repeat.
I can’t have her, so neither can anyone else. I’m not a sadistic man. I’m a passionate man. I can’t survive with the harsh, punishing reality of somebody superior having this perfect example of a human being.
Why was I designed a fool?
I stab her down; watch her bleed, crimson stained hands, so full of greed.
One deteriorating corpse rotting on my carpet, robbed of its former beauty.
Oh crap.
Unclasp eyes, realise what I’ve done, freak out, and re-clasp eyes.
Forever.
Unclasp eyes, train, work, train, home, and re-clasp eyes.
Rinse and repeat.
That was, until I saw her. A walking, talking, ticking time bomb; encased with a shell so irresistible one glance was all it took to know I had to have her.
Unclasp eyes, die inside, and re-clasp eyes.
Rinse and repeat.
I can’t have her, so neither can anyone else. I’m not a sadistic man. I’m a passionate man. I can’t survive with the harsh, punishing reality of somebody superior having this perfect example of a human being.
Why was I designed a fool?
I stab her down; watch her bleed, crimson stained hands, so full of greed.
One deteriorating corpse rotting on my carpet, robbed of its former beauty.
Oh crap.
Unclasp eyes, realise what I’ve done, freak out, and re-clasp eyes.
Forever.
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I'm sorry but I cracked out laughing at 'freak out' :D
Loved the shortness and the snappines of this. Excellent.
Loved the shortness and the snappines of this. Excellent.
I am considering an extended version. Obviously it's short to fit in the 200 word limit.
Ashman wrote:
> That was, until I saw her. A walking, talking, ticking time bomb;
> encased with a shell so irresistible one glance was all it took to
> know I had to have her.
>
> Unclasp eyes, die inside, and re-clasp eyes.
> Rinse and repeat.
That is fecking tremendous, couldn't have put it better if you'd given me 20 years and i was completely with it until the stabbing, up until that point i was associating with the subject.
> That was, until I saw her. A walking, talking, ticking time bomb;
> encased with a shell so irresistible one glance was all it took to
> know I had to have her.
>
> Unclasp eyes, die inside, and re-clasp eyes.
> Rinse and repeat.
That is fecking tremendous, couldn't have put it better if you'd given me 20 years and i was completely with it until the stabbing, up until that point i was associating with the subject.
And don't ask where the hell that came from. It was a 15 minute blurp.
My daily traits; routine. A normality now so familiar that anything other than its presence leaves ruptured thoughts; fractured senses.
Unclasp eyes, train, work, train, home, and re-clasp eyes.
Rinse and repeat.
That was, until I saw her. A walking, talking, ticking time bomb; encased with a shell so irresistible one glance was all it took to know I had to have her.
Unclasp eyes, die inside, and re-clasp eyes.
Rinse and repeat.
I can’t have her, so neither can anyone else. I’m not a sadistic man. I’m a passionate man. I can’t survive with the harsh, punishing reality of somebody superior having this perfect example of a human being.
Why was I designed a fool?
I stab her down; watch her bleed, crimson stained hands, so full of greed.
One deteriorating corpse rotting on my carpet, robbed of its former beauty.
Oh crap.
Unclasp eyes, realise what I’ve done, freak out, and re-clasp eyes.
Forever.
Unclasp eyes, train, work, train, home, and re-clasp eyes.
Rinse and repeat.
That was, until I saw her. A walking, talking, ticking time bomb; encased with a shell so irresistible one glance was all it took to know I had to have her.
Unclasp eyes, die inside, and re-clasp eyes.
Rinse and repeat.
I can’t have her, so neither can anyone else. I’m not a sadistic man. I’m a passionate man. I can’t survive with the harsh, punishing reality of somebody superior having this perfect example of a human being.
Why was I designed a fool?
I stab her down; watch her bleed, crimson stained hands, so full of greed.
One deteriorating corpse rotting on my carpet, robbed of its former beauty.
Oh crap.
Unclasp eyes, realise what I’ve done, freak out, and re-clasp eyes.
Forever.
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