Luna-Kyusho

That decaying feeling The weight of the sickness keeping you down from your hopes and desires The constant worry of defiling the worlds moderen technology or gagging on your own saliva while coughing up your lungs It's painful when your throat scratches while you try to sooth the sensation with water Even when my immune system breaks down I'll move on.

"Hey Jamie." Jessi started, leaning up against the hand rail of the balcony some. "Tell me...why did you start smoking?" He watched the younger blond smile, before taking the cigarette out of his lips slowly. He tapped it just a bit, watching the ash fall to the ground below before he started to speak. "I don't know...perhaps I thought it would get rid of the stress. It certainly has me thinking more about myself. That's all right though..killing myself slowly is just another way to off myself right?" "You really need to start thinking like an optimist." Jessi teased, chuckling a bit as he hung one arm off the edge. "It's been three years s

There was a beautiful young girl Fair skin and long black hair With a smile of golden days We chatted and laughed in our Candy coated dreams Until lies took her away I failed, if you will see To express my deep wish I'm merely a pathetic soul Bound to this mortal realm Careless and human I watch She smiles a warm and pretty smile One rare and only given to her friends She moves on with grace and life If only I had been there To pick her up if she ever fell But alas it was never meant to be Lies took her away, and I was lost Lost forever with a key to new life A chance I never took As the past wouldn't be dismissed Forgott

Those graceful fingers etch lies into my skin Burning with such a pleasure that I can't win Forgetting the past is not an option All I can remember is your lips, and the affection Your moans of pleasure, your screaming my name In then end we both know it's just a game Your finger etch lies into my skin Your candy coated smile graces my shoulder and it's darker than sin I couldn't help but close my eyes Pretending you aren't there and I could die Yet here I am to remain as your toy A trophy, a prize, your pride and joy I'm failing to remember the reason I'm here Taking in your scent, knowing you'll always be near And I'll hate yo

There were certain matters that were best left up to the men. Roxas hated it when Axel and Demyx used that as an excuse to get away from him. Something about work or another, but it still irritated the boy all the same. He felt ruffled under the collar the moment they had mentioned they were going out together and that it was because they were men and he was still a boy. What was so wrong with being fifteen? He was not a kid as far as he was concerned – but the twenty-three-year-old Axel told him other wise. And twenty one year old Demyx always agreed. Of course that just irked the boy more. How could anyone be so shallow!? They were the on

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and returned to watching her from afar. Sure he was only supposed to be using the memory witch for the purpose to making Sora his pawn, but he had gotten so close to her just be watching and hearing her cries for help. In a sense, one could say that he wanted to destroy Sora and make the promise of always saving her his own, but he couldn't. All he could do about was allow his body to lust after her in the worst way possible. Of course, she wouldn't notice that he was aching to feel her soft skin; he was very good at keeping his cool and she was too busy drawing to care. Or so it seemed. He took anot