Story 2# the robowitch.

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As i go around the zombies – too messed up from her potions to think. Theyre pulling ideas out in a frozen mind, unaware im walking past, no thought train to conduct. Theyre not aware, of what they should do. As i move towards the housing complex, i see the witch staring at me, her dead gaze, cutting through.

As i remember the good times, seperating the potions that i conjured. I remember, thinking to myself, she looks so beautiful… i think too myself, while walking up the stairs. Is something wrong? Is she really trapped within, which is which – im starting to lose my memory of everything we did, talked about…

reality feels like its slipping. The area, seems fogged, hard to walk forwards, light shines from within the eyes, stars are present. The thinking slower…

The stairs are of metal, chilly, in these shoes… ice hanging from the small apartment-like unit windows. Frost consuming the floors. I walk upwards, during this large staircase… slippery to the feet. As i try to keep gripping and move up, i can hear the laughing from above, growing with strength.

I finally get to the top, shes standing infront. the 80’s wall paper – looks terrible… to the front as i look, she begins to project an image, of 4… they create a vortex, using her chilly breath – i cant tell which is which….

Nooo

The clock tower pulsates, vibrations surrounding. Pink, soft. As the pulsations grow more quickly. The tower’s roof flies off – she watches… her breeze flows in, warming up the mechanism, allowing it to move, more sharply and warm. She repairs the roof of the castled, clock. The window, is tempered, but the breeze overcomes the clock, nature versus material personality type, joint affection. The picture will morph? Single minds however.

The breeze carries the clock HALF away, beneath, the structure stands tall. Within is a glass window, looking out, knew the mechanisms within were faulty. They were broken by a wench. The tower’s roof lifted. Within a whole. As the people looking watched the breeze take it away.

Kinda cheesy

As artificial distance remains… im constantly reminded of the memory and physicalness of what you’ve brought. A bouqet of different traits, that make-up a beautiful personality. Growing the heart vigorusly. It pumps, a delightful beat, towards the presentation of the flower’s. As the flower’s strengthen im further gravitating upwards, in pursuit of the heaven’s in which you stand. My chest can no-longer keep what’s your’s captive. I begin to move towards the lighting, within the sky…. the white fluffy clouds seperate. And im looking for the beauty of your face but it remains away.

<3

i want to “craddle” your heart, stich it with golden thread, hoping the light pour’s from out; instead of the hurt you carry around; toss it through the hoop within my chest. As it casts, butterflies surrounding, inserting within your chest, going towards the stomach… creating a feeling of intensity, that you’ll treasure forever. As the brain analyzes, it will heat, steam will arise from the head… i did present everything i’ am. You’ll accept the invitation; i hope.

Breaking to Two

As our relationship progressed, i was hopeful, as i carried along. I didnt notice hazardous messages, slow down, wrong lane. So i pursued, i overcame, and was missdirected. i was in pursuit of large climbing efforts… Those climbing efforts showed my weaknesses.

she used a catapult, ontop the peak to launch me. As i fell toward’s the rivery forest area nearby. She watched cross legged with a cigarette in her hand, unphazed.

As i lost hope, on survival mode. the transition to darkness of the night occured… i could hear wolves howl – and her demonic laughs, as one. Until the darkness sucked me in, with everything i showed her.

Smokey Queen

The mind plays with the heart, as the game is played. The heart progresses upwards; mind left behind. As the smokey heart is forwarding; her cigarettes fog – beauty in the negatives are are tormenting the two. As the heart quickens, cigarettes become burnt, alcohol lessens, frowns present. Struggling to gain, while even her bad habits i appreciate – her. Within her i look, it becomes reflective of myself in the fogginess of her heart shapped mirror. Doing all for everyone; same time being so cruel, yet so magical.

God Damn

As she turns away from love; i know she’s wanting me to come closer. Her words of negativity, memories special – unbelievable. As she grips her witch-like-stick. I know it’s of plastic, her red hair, of a front. Seeing past, an illusion. Looking towards her soul, impressed. As i gently pull the stick away, she sheds a tear. Finally?

Love you

Everything makes me think of you. Your word’s morphed to everything i love, what interests me now is what you’ve layered ontop my interests, of but what i’ve grown to admire – abstract personality, taking time for me to grow to love, like life. As two breaths enter. One heart pounds. As one searches – she’s forever hopeful to find, the one that beats insync, that will ponder her personal-projection. As i watched the film. My heart shall project the bulb. Of the shadowy masterpiece – once victim, survivor, my lover.