[Ghost1]

Originally Posted by symetrik

pref vs timeless if his opponent doesn't show

he walked down streets straight. blocks from the scene and his feets grey.
stops and he seemed to be locked in a dream, screaming serene 'til his knees gave.
gaze to the dirt, tracing the earth on the last known spot of his queen's lay,
chalk and a cross, hopscotch court where the teen's played.

he's a clean slate - totally erased by her need to concede flesh.
first-aid kiss 'til they said that his love was deemed dead.
stayed at the bar where they met, even though he could need rest
shots never last, and the bleed stained glass only sees red.

he could be death, the shadow in light,
the taker of breath and a thief in the night,
no one that knew her assumed her the type,
to give up on love and her kids and her life.

sighs when the hammer hit.
yet another nail in a coffin lid.
he never believed that his plans would all fail...
but they often did,

and he's sick of it. [x1]