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Tonight, is loud.
It's late november.
The rain is falling in line, and the sky is thick, the moon is smothered with clouds.
The streets Pummelled by the hard rain and the roofstops are so plain and boring.A lone streak of smoke escapes through the small arrow spout.
In the center of the village stand two figures.
One male, and one female.
He holds her in his arms like a small child.She's so weak and worn, and her eyes are leaking mascara.
Her clothes are soaked and semi-transparant, he covers her body away from the world.
The colours of their hair match while it's stuck to their faces.
He touches her cold red lips then kisses them, wishing to make them better.The rain drips off of them both,her eyes closed,he's watching her...
He's trying to make things better...but she knows he's watching....

among the clash of negative colours on the rooftops he watches.Crouches with only his eyes left unconcealed, he watches her closely. His drenched trilby hat shadows his whole face,forces his hair into his image.His long grey coat saves the cold wetness from his body.
His cold blue hands fiddle with eachother and he smiles as he sees her pull away.
She's trapped, and unforgiving. He doesn't care though.She's trapped now and untill forever...
She's left regretting and unforgetting. He smiles because he knows she'll never move on.
His heart is black and his body is blue from the punishments he's seen.
His eyes hold a thousand images that have past. His heart holds no emotion anymore since that cold november night...The anniversary tonight...and his hands...
They slip a knife from his dry inner pocket. The blade glares into his own eyes.
Teenage lust takesover the boy who can fly.

A heart this badly broken has never wanted to see someone die.
So he takes to the sky. Then falls with the droplets on the street.
He leaves the dagger in her throat. The blood leaks like water out of a broken pipe.
It hurts too bad, and her new boy falls to his knees to cry her to death.He drowns in her blood, he holds her as his tears run with her blood between the cobble street, and into the drain.
And when he realises his tears aren't bringing her back, he turns to red...Turns around..."Why!!!..." and realising he's gone, his face darts into random directions...The rain still falling.But the shadow figure is gone...

It's all gone now.
He'll pay the price...Who cares.
Aslong as there's someone else to blame...No-one ever suffers..right?

and when there is no one else to blame.
The innocent will pay.
When muderers are ghosts.
only the truth fades away.
Are you ready for the truth?

With a hole in his heart, the murderer was he, who died on her doorstep.
and Because the innocent boy was beaten and blamed for something he did not do.
it all feels better, now he knows she'll never have another boy.Blue.
Nor another wrist slit for not knowing what to do.
This letter falls into the lake of tales, that no-one will ever know if they are really true.

Now tell me girl.
If this happens everyday.
Why am i still dyin in you.