It was quite a regular evening...Jane was on one corner of the room...I could barely see her face from the young moon that was half way across its march for the night...
Her fingers moved smoothly over the strings of my guitar...her hair was untied..her eyes meeting mine...she looked like an angel...her white dress was white..everything was immaculate...
I hadn't eaten since morning...I was hungry....but I preferred her company more...and that of my cigarettes...
I had my shoes on...the air was humid...
We buzzed..we fluttered...
The clock struck 11 as Jane plucks a tune that makes my mind dance...our eyes meet again...her eyes had a certain flicker this time...the moon was covered... and the only light there was, was the one from the shop outside...there was not a voice I could hear...nor the footsteps of the ghosts outside...the only sound, was the croon from the guitar...She surely knew how to get me wild....
I reached out for my box of cigarettes...I realised it was empty...and I knew that wasn't good...but it didn't matter...for within seconds...my head was thumping...like the beating of a thousand drums...
I tried to keep calm...as I looked back at Jane....her hair was untied..her eyes meeting mine...She looked like an angel...her white dress was white..
I couldn't help it...I needed the rush...I wanted to feel the charge...part of it didn't feel right...but i could not resist the urges...
I knew it was wrong...I walk to the kitchen...trying to search for my benzodiazenpines...but everything was blurred..I could now see the seraphs standing right outside the balcony...they make me scared...they were depraved...and make me do evil things...they were dressed in black...
I lift the kitchen knife and walk up to Jane...her screams sounded musical...her fear was divine...i could no longer hear the guitar play...I felt no guilt...
In all the electric madness and deceptive spectrum I try to find Jane...I find a girl lying on the floor...her hair was untied..her eyes met mine...She looked like an angel...her white dress was red...
Her fingers moved smoothly over the strings of my guitar...her hair was untied..her eyes meeting mine...she looked like an angel...her white dress was white..everything was immaculate...
I hadn't eaten since morning...I was hungry....but I preferred her company more...and that of my cigarettes...
I had my shoes on...the air was humid...
We buzzed..we fluttered...
The clock struck 11 as Jane plucks a tune that makes my mind dance...our eyes meet again...her eyes had a certain flicker this time...the moon was covered... and the only light there was, was the one from the shop outside...there was not a voice I could hear...nor the footsteps of the ghosts outside...the only sound, was the croon from the guitar...She surely knew how to get me wild....
I reached out for my box of cigarettes...I realised it was empty...and I knew that wasn't good...but it didn't matter...for within seconds...my head was thumping...like the beating of a thousand drums...
I tried to keep calm...as I looked back at Jane....her hair was untied..her eyes meeting mine...She looked like an angel...her white dress was white..
I couldn't help it...I needed the rush...I wanted to feel the charge...part of it didn't feel right...but i could not resist the urges...
I knew it was wrong...I walk to the kitchen...trying to search for my benzodiazenpines...but everything was blurred..I could now see the seraphs standing right outside the balcony...they make me scared...they were depraved...and make me do evil things...they were dressed in black...
I lift the kitchen knife and walk up to Jane...her screams sounded musical...her fear was divine...i could no longer hear the guitar play...I felt no guilt...
In all the electric madness and deceptive spectrum I try to find Jane...I find a girl lying on the floor...her hair was untied..her eyes met mine...She looked like an angel...her white dress was red...
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