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Shadows and Dust.

Mar 04, 2005 02:55

Your face, as no other face,
Populates remembered dreams.
Your arms, as no other place:
Landscape to remembered dreams.
Your heart, as no other heart.
Your eyes, as no other eyes,
In you each dream must start.
With you the real world dies
And my life thereafter lies
Only in remembered dreams.It’s odd y’know, how a man can be incinerated, ( Read more... )

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the_golden_girl March 4 2005, 05:39:26 UTC

Nope. It was nothing really. Just a single dirty rat scampering off in a hurry. Letting it's twitchy nose carry it to food. I mused to myself, Wonder how long until the hunter becomes the hunted?, and kept on walking. I had a lot of morbid thoughts as of late. I don't know exactly why, and I never once questioned them.

To do so was like questioning my sanity and I was sane. Wasn't Aren't I?! Ugh! I really wasn't in the mood for this. I'm on my way to a demon bar to intimidate the evil beings there and I was psychoanalyzing myself in the middle of nowheres-ville! Cheah, just great doing Buffy. So, keep on in my walk, I ignored the beeps of cars passing by. A small sense of fear overtook me. To know I wasn't up to par was frightening. I wanted to know what was happening to me, really know, but I couldn't face the others or myself with asking them for help ( ... )

_fallen_muse_ March 6 2005, 04:20:51 UTC

"But I continue learning. I never meant to do those things to you.."

I love the song, first time I heard it, it touched m’deeply, y'know? Made m’think, ‘s hard to achieve with mosta todays excuse fer music. Made m’think of Buffy an' me, an' realised jus how close to home it really was.

I hurt her a lot, did a lotta really bad stuff. Granted she was'n exactly peaches ‘n cream back, but I shoulda done better, I shoulda helped her, not let her use me. I shoulda loved her enough to say no.

But I needed her touch, needed to feel her in my arms, needed the fantasy at least that one day, she might be able to love me.

An so I let it happen, I let her hurt herself because she hated herself.

The mem’ries sweep back in as they always do, ‘specially when I sing one o’ the songs for her. Yeah one, meanin I have more, lots more, all from the heart. But I remember her eyes, her smile, the scent of her hair, other more carnal scents of hers, her blood, her arousal, just the mem’ry makes me tingle, and the want ache all the more ( ... )

the_golden_girl March 6 2005, 04:24:47 UTC

I couldn't let go of the image of Spike. Not now. Not before. I remembered everything about him. The outline of his cheekbones, the feel of his arms when they flexed to wrap around my smaller body, the feel of his words that were whispered into my ears those times where fucking would be reduced heightened to love making. His fingertips playing across my face. His eyes staring down at me adoringly ( ... )

_fallen_muse_ March 6 2005, 04:58:23 UTC

The vast, unknown. The impassable gulf between us, of space and time. The distance ( ... )

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