Existence was a bitter pill to be swallowed, forced onto the tongue, between the teeth, allowed to slide with its insistence down the channel of the throat - to unite with all that lay within. inside, the simplest moralities. couple with the pressing notes of mortality which arrives and then bleeds. Lives were only candle flames, which the winds tempted with their combustion, to allow the smallest edges to then catch a spark, lighting on the wick of the sold soul each little fractured piece of a remaining heart . The pale horse blew on this faint light, as if to bear witness to an unknown malice, while its eyes looked down from their perch, a reminder that even the strongest would fall under its spell and die. A sweet tune, then, to hardened ears, a siren's song sung so sweetly to the waiting world - as the back bent with twisted thorns and still bore these changing times. Come to me, he seemed to say, let me show you where you should lie. At the side of a road or in a hole, little by little and from soul to soul. A tune then sweet to hardened ears, a siren song so sweet to the world - like backs then bent and still endured. Come to me, he seemed to say, let me show you where you are going to lie down. At the side of a road or in a hole, little by little and from soul to soul. The static has finally unified, the stories die, beyond repair. But in this, it was not death that we had to fear, but the living instruments of this will. These cautious lives were hunted, haunted by the rising tides. Always breathing, if only to pant, wondering if the hunters would finally reach the end. Here there are demons, here there are men, here there are mortals and all their sins. These little edges of serenity seemed fragile enough to crack, as if each little moment was expensive...... middle of paper. ....r chin tilted, to meet him in her critical gaze, wanting to remember him as she saw him now, not who he might become. Eyes full of universes and confessions behind their teeth. What could be given when all that had been said was to want to keep? Couldn't we just enjoy the moment? Why was happiness so quickly spent? Confusion breaks, divides, forms and is created. “If you don’t…he’ll find other ways…” You’ll always be alone. He promised with burning hatred in his eyes. I love you. He had hummed a hundred thousand times. At that moment, Ida wondered what it would be like to die. If only to spare them both the pain of living these lives. Mouse was sorry. Again. For every moment lost and every moment shared. Made of tears and broken and horrible things. And a smile as thin as glass.