Die geheimen Tagebücher von einer verderbten Existenz

Behind these gates you will hear my thoughts screaming like nerves under the sun and feel my emotion laughing to the empty ether.
Welcome Dear Wanderer, make yourself at home.
The road is long and tortuous and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Fraternally Yours,
Poison Creeper

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Princess Coldheart







Withdrawal: a slow paced walking towards isolation.
Fear of  Betrayal 
I couldn't be arsed to risk again.

Then, like all things unplanned, the natural flow of things, this coiling around fear, took a different direction.

I missed a heartbeat.

If there is really a sparkle, may it become a flame.  




Princess Coldheart closed her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap herchain between her lips. They waited proud; they waited willing...filedin, failed, and so she killed them.

Sitting on her cutglass throne for forty years, without a phone, withouta single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, dead because they couldn'tmove her.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombsand rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves'round tombs and rows of crosses.

Some were daring...tried the tricks they'd learned in France. Some wouldtouch her hand. Money signs etched in their eyes. She sensed it;one-by-one they died.

Others chanted poems...even showered her with strange expensive gifts.She wouldn't read; she owned the best. She laid their flattery torest.
In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves 'round tombsand rows of crosses.... Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves'round tombs and rows of crosses.

Then, one October night, the humble village fool caught sight ofColdheart, and he fell. He smashed a rock against her throne. Hesnatched her hand and took her home.

Happily they lived forever after. He wears her chain upon his chest. Sheeven lets him kiss her breast.

In the courtyard flowers bloom; they drape themselves 'round tombs androws of crosses.... In their garden flowers bloom; they pick them,decorate their room. It's touching.

It's touching, so touching. It's touching, so touching.


 

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