CastielSilentGhost

He is a zealous flame roaring like a tiger, resilient to any torrent the world has to offer, more powerful than any mortal army. He is not even a force to be reckoned with, for by whim he could smite down the greatest of enemies. He stands tall and proud, lean and muscular with his feet planted firmly upon a world that is his. His eyes are dark and imposing, but behind them is a burning light that will never be smothered. His hair is the purest jet black, glossy and brilliant, his voice strong and smooth, its concrete tones of defiance and authority ringing through lips which are curled in a grin, because he knows the power he has, the contro

Her eyes are pale blue. They look icy, calculating and impenetrable - half-lidded out of boredom and ringed by dark circles of resignation. Her voice is quiet, barely above a murmur, monotone with occasional hooks of sarcasm. She does not socialize much, as she often prefers solitude. When she does, she has to act. Her emotional inflections are forced, but convincing enough to some people. If you were gullible, it would be enough for you to nod and continue talking. You would see nothing more than a facade, a tired girl, but a girl who cares, a girl so good at acting that her well-thought-out words and insights would keep you coming back for

Brittle, frozen, cracking, a hard lump in my chest. It was once soft, warm, and inviting to all those around it, like a fire in a hearth. Now it's more of a tumor to me than anything else. It's still pumping, oh it's still pumping, forcing that source of life - that poison - through my veins, but it's becoming slower, steadily slower, grinding to an agonizing halt. My blood was once as smooth as silk, vibrant and untainted, fueling the guiding flame that was my spirit. Now it has become thick and clotted with impurities, the sins and regrets of a life all too short corrupted beyond its years. With each labored pump my body becomes colder, my

The thought of the pain your memories of me are causing, my love, make my heart cracked and swollen. I never wanted to be a spectre that flitted through your thoughts, each footstep and caress of my hands spreading tendrils of ice and rot through your soul. I wanted to be a living, breathing source of comfort, a safe-haven, warmth and protection to guard you during the times when your mind was most turbulent and your demons threatened to tear you limb from limb. I do not understand, I do not understand myself, how my existence became so cold, numb, and callous as to forget that desire.