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Chapter 08: Demonical Brothers „Green! Aim at his legs and make him fall that way!" As if she wouldn't have thought of this herself, fighting a demon which had small enough legs that it was purely impossible to be able to hold up the enormous upper part of the body - because the meat, which was definitely missing on the skinny legs, could be found on this upper part of the body. So it hardly was a feat to find out that it would be best to aim at the legs. Still, even though she already had thought into the same direction, she was glad about the remark of her new fighting companion: Gary eventually had agreed to assist her during her n

I can wake you up with soft whispers and love It must be easy for you Knowing you have so much But at the same time... I'm not part of your life. I wish I could push rewind But I can't so I stand alone Thinking of how you lied to me But now you're dreaming so sweetly. Satin sheets under pained skin You must have been through hell Even so I don't love you There is no respect for this But you cling to me like a lover Trying to keep me in your grasp But honey I loved you and I lost Now it is time for you to lose as well But your eyes flutter so sweetly This weakness must be fitting As your fingers keep loose. Breathing in a

It's dark, sitting on this ledge The sky such a deep blue hiding light But there's a feeling of foreboding And yet I take no precautions. You're not here, of course you aren't But it's not your fault as it never is I'm not being sarcastic either Not to you and most certainly not to me. My heart is barred from the world As these feet of mine dangle above Oblivion A slipper falls so gently but it's strange I can't hear it hit the bottom where it should. If I fall over this ledge then will I be silent Forever drifting down this strange dark place When I was just dangling on an edge without you But I suppose that's alright because

I didn't think he really hated me I mean, he's a teacher, and I wasn't bad... But it turns out, I was wrong He really did hate me And there's nothing I could have done about it.

Don't leave me I won't allow you to Because the moment you do I'm going to lose myself. Four years of us Just being friends and trying to be real Then that one little journal. It scared me This whole thing does but I can't blame you Because it wasn't for me. I'm narcissistic But you don't care Not that I know of at least so I'm glad you weren't leaving. And I don't care about your girlfriend how you're taking a break I don't hear too much so I don't. Is that wrong for me to mainly care about your stability at home and the relationship we have. Don't give a damn not about the girls even if its against my morals I'm

I'm a little weird Since my greatest fantasy Is to text someone While I'm sick at home resting. Talking to someone back and forth Laughing every once in a while While listening to music I adore... It seems like a dream come true and it has happened to me twice. Lying on my nice warm sheets Listening to music on repeat And chatting with someone I love. It's an amazing experience. But for the most part I'm all alone suffering by myself while watching shows Desperate for the company of the actors And dying for the distraction from the pain. Reality really does suck sometimes.

It was truly lovely, the song she sung by the graveyard. I daresay many a man would have given her the world just to hear this song again and again. How on earth did such a fair maiden with such plain clothes come up with such a lullaby? Perhaps she is an enchantress. A white dress that goes to her ankles, and bare feet is all that she has on her flesh. Long soft caramel hair, like the candy that the rich so greedily place upon their delicate lips. Although it appears as though this young woman has lips like rose petals. She must be an angel in disguise. Her soft hazel eyes look so sad but dreamy at the same time. It is as though she is loo