squachyar

Another tear to add to the skin Number Six, and it begins again Lost in the rush of the bursting flesh Spinning the room in circles Creating a mess. The life of color and in sin There's no need But I will start again. Oh, Number Six I won't be cut short. Take my Hide and cover it well With the life and safety- You supplied throughout... No, It's starting again. My Six, Seven, Eight, and on. Killing my Hide, Stealing safety and life. Number Six, Cutting me short again.

I found her. She looks so much older now (obviously)! She doesn't remember me. Blar. Finding her was enough. Adios! :D

I heard the Ocean call my name As I stood out on the beach. He whispered to me lovingly, "Missing you, my baby." And I cried because I could not be there Enveloped in the Ocean with my dear.