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This is the original story so enjoy it mortals.....
She was standing there looking at me. even though there was alot of people in the ballroom, i felt everything receded and we were the only two in a small space...She was looking right at me. Her eyes. Her dark eyes eating away at me, staring, wanting, dying to look at my soul. Who was she? Who is she? What would she taste like if I got to kiss those dark rose petals called "lips." So beautiful she was-even Death could fall for somebody as dark as her...maybe even a shinigami, an oni, and Satan himself.
I can read your mind to what you're thinking now...we both are thinking the same thing...you want me...and I the same...adieu-adieu. Even though this dance and festivity is all but the same---rainbows and charades...it makes me sick...these fools are blind to all thetrue meaning coming to these celebrations...of us...our first meeting...you...I have fallen for you. Your darkness-your shadowed being-tainted by the darkest realms of hell...you are my Queen of Darkness--pure pitch black night and sky...you are the true essence of a child crying in pain...you are my Black Dalhia...my blackrose, night and yin.
You....are the most beautiful dark being any shinigami, oni, monster, Grim Reaper, and Satan could ask for. Your eyes have seen the suffering of this world, your arms are covered in those long sleeved gloves-to hide your scars of pain, your face hidden from the world behind that dark blank mask, as if the world and its calamity had struck you themselves against you to make yourself invisible to them.
You are hiding your face to the world. Your skin just makes you even more extrodinary, your hair fades in with the shadows of the fallen, and yet you have me caught in a spider web full of flies.
Even if you talked to me I still would believe your nest of lies.
I know we're just dying when we're just standing here.....