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Monday, August 8, 2005


my short fic
It doesn’t matter what will happen between us, it won’t be like it was. I miss your warmth, when i huge you, when your warmth is only around. I miss to sleep close to you in the night and put my arms around you. However the angel goes his own way. Also when our ways cross, that isn’t the same. When i, the devil dreamed of you, my angel, i hoped in a way that i woke up next to you. But everytime it was empty. When you aren’t around the lonliness killed me like a demon, which power i can’t banned alone. But when i stand in front of you and look in your brown eyes, which i loved so much, i can’t tell you what i feel. Maybe i don’t want to tell you what i feel, ’cause i’m afraid to lost you. Maybe i don’t wanna tell you how much i need you – or love you?
Everytime i’m hang around alone and atare in the emtyness, the strengh demons, like lonliness, rage and sadness want to get ma and my soul, i hope that you came. Yes, i hoped, thet you came and huge me and only comfort me. And when i asked you, what you did this very icy winter, if we did this what we did the last years, you told me that you come with me, when your angel come around with you. You destroied my hope, that it could be like it was. I renembered the last years.
The others are right, i’m only a dog for you and when you don’t need me anymore, you’ll let me go. So i stands in the rain, like on the beginning. Dogs are loyal. This damm loyal i get too. It doesn’t matter what i did, you’re still in my head. And when i cut my skinwith a blade, you’re still in my head. And whan my blood flow you’re in my mind. My angel, i’ll let it end. I ram the blade deep into my heart. I wanna har like my rips break, like my skin is cut and my blood is mixed with the rain. In the left hand a gift from you, in the right my blade. I wanna make the last cut. Suddendly are you behind me, my angel. In the rain. You huged me, but i don’t let the blade fall. When you stand in front of me and i saw your beatifull brown eyes, which i loved so much. I let my blade fall. You huged me again. You say something, which i didn’t hear; ’cause the rain washeed it away. It rains a lot and my blood which cames out from my little cut in my skin ’ll mixed with the rain. Suddendly my right hand do what it wwant and ram you the blade in the back. I ram the blade again and again deep in your heart. And it stopped to beat. When i saw your blood on my hands, i ram the blade into my heart. A last time i looked in your brown eyes, which i loved so muc, this eyes which can banned my. But it’s to late. My live is gone. It begins to snow in this moment. If i heared the words you said, which the rain washed away. You said: I love you my little devil.

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