| Current mood: | please kill me |
| Current music: | Simon--Lifehouse |
The Demon's Story
started so simple with Llama and the Demon. Started simple like old scars--the potential for pain--the stem of a rose. it isn't a rose without the torns, and he loved to use the pain of them and walk away. started simple like wearing a mask so he never had to show that all of it hurt him, so he could scare and destroy and let his rose be nourished by flame. but simple things move quickly, scars thicken, multiply--because it's so easy to fall in love with hurting the pain. and that push too far drowned it all away in blood. so much blood and he couldn't see, easier to hide all the feelings between metal bars and leave it in his grave. and the fire pushed the rose to bud, to pull apart in thick red flesh, to change and blacken. shrink to ash. and the thorns grew darker on thick vines, all these black thorns wrapped around inside Llama until breathing kept him awake, sliced him apart.
Llama pushed the Demon too far, so far down and tried to turn it all around. tried to drag the Demon out--unready to be quieted. still so much anger in his hollow lungs. he chose the wrong girl to pull down with him, to use for power. he found his fire, his raven with wings aflame and took too much time. he looked to deep into big-brown eyes and found the smoky look hidden there, found the strength and passion. she was the arrow he pierced through his heart, the only flame that could melt him.
and the Demon broke the moon before he fell. he broke it all into the darkness, tried to leave one last mark, one last sign in the night. he shattered his only light, his power, crashed the sky until the fire found him. fed on black wings--so hungry for his Darkness. only ashes left to hit the earth. only ashes for Llama to slip between metal bars and keep quiet in his grave. but she can hear the burnt-out voice of his weakness and night, so he can tel her that she is still his fire.
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