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Red looks good on you.

      No. It wasn’t that he’s obsessed, but yes he is. He sits there with hawk eyes that train on the that one thing. A red splat on a crisp clean canvas. The magnum opus that stands out; a something that doesn’t need a sign because true beauty speaks for itself. His deteriorating health is nothing, as long as he sees that person, his hunger becomes satiated. It disappears as if it wasn’t there at all. Now here he stands at a good ten meters away. Eyes seem to silently trudge (if it could) to the unsuspecting view, slowly he inched further as if a predator nearing its prey. Then he made his move. He grabbed his obsession, his precious. “What are you-?!" The sentence wasn’t finished for the sight of hetero chromatic eyes were enough to silence anyone. Possession, hunger, and dominance. There was all. "If you don’t silence yourself, I’m afraid I’ll be forced to use something other than my words." After that, he produced a pair of blade from the pocket of his slacks. Pity. That’s what he thought for himself, for he is a strong man of intuition and power. Surely no one would ever dare to think that he, a man of prowess and ultimate power, would have to stoop this low. Blue eyes silenced at that. His heterochomatic eyes bored into his precious’. Fear, submission, and ultimate confusion was radiating in the air. “Come with me," he said and the other followed. Though he deduced that she was following him because of the knife placed dangerously close to her neck. The other, saner side of his human brain was asking, "Why are you even doing this?" But he shrugged it off with a slight chuckle. God, he was out of his mind. The mere fog of his insanity, his obsession, is enough to throw his ego out of the window. He is driven by this, this powerful desire to possess the magnum opus that had been trained by his eyes for so many hours, days, and weeks. Now here is his precious, surrendering the last bastion of courage. He won. His father had always taught him that he should win. He had always known that he is a control freak, there was nothing more he loved than observing, relishing, drinking in the fact that he is superior, worthy to be bowed at. Sure he was self-centered, even he did not deny that. What he wants, he gets. Now here is the only thing that he wants, following him to his apartment complex. Yes, the thing he oh so badly wants to possess, right now in his grasp. As he arrived at the entrance of his abode, he looked at his loot and smiled. Finally, after long moments of wanting, hurting, and fantasizing, the magnum opus now in his hands. When they arrived in, his (in)sanity even mumbled an “I’m home”. His crazy smile was plastered on his face while the other person showed a blankness and a refusal to process information. He settled his precious on a chair for the person was hardly moving. “My magnum opus, finally here," he thought crazily, his heart overflowing with such joy. "I’m glad you’re here," he started. "I have a gift for you" he finished, but the other person was still in shock, mind processing the information that she had landed into an obsessed maniac’s den. Her eyes were darting about, trying to find an escape. Then she stood up but he caught her and yanked her to the nearest seat, showing her the blade as a warning. "Ah my sweet, in case you were wondering, I brought you here because I have a gift for you. See, I have observed you for so long, so long that it actually hurts," his eyes danced crazily. She was dumbstruck, for one minute she was walking home then the other, kidnapped by an obsessive maniac. Her mind is racing with so much thoughts, her body became so overwhelmed that her body shut down."My gift for you is eternal peace.”

 This is the best gift I have ever thought of. What could be the best gift other than eternal peace? You see, no one can ever have you. You are too beautiful to be in this world, you are an angel. Such being is not permitted to be in the slums of the ground, where thousands of blood has been spilled. You deserve a place in the High Heavens, where the angels pour mists of calm on you. You don’t deserve to have your feet dirtied by the recess of the earth. No, I don’t deserve to be loved by you. What kind of a person am I? I am but a mere human, you complete utter perfection. Now, you must go. It saddens me but it’s for the best, for you are a magnum opus, the epitome of perfection. Sadly, the world isn’t worthy of your perfection, neither am I. 

   Such thoughts raced from his mind as he lifts up the blade, his eyes brimming with tears. Yet the most frightening part was through it all, he is smiling. His eyes still dancing with the crazy vigor, the thought of accomplishment, and lastly, beauty of eternal peace she was going to get. 

  Saline tears were falling and he thought that she looked so beautiful, so delicate, not worthy of the earth. Her body reacted to a feeling of her heart, her flesh being penetrated by an object. She screamed, then a laugh of accomplishment was heard. Then she felt it. Again and again, a sharp shooting pain until spots swam in her vision. Her last memory was but a man holding a beautiful red blade, eyes overflowing with happiness then nothing. 

  Enjoy my love, for you no longer carry the burdens of the world… and may I add that red looks good on you. 

(Source: severedperspective)

       Where are you? I was holding the phone again, expecting for something. Even the gods of the high heavens could tell I was delusional. The thing I am asking for is nearly impossible. Wind danced with the curtains of my room. All I wanted was to hear you. Even if it was only your breath, even that mere thing would do, for there is assurance that you are there. When did this start? I don’t know. I was lost in time. I am stuck in a vortex, unable to move. Here I am, sitting idly on my chair waiting for a single thing that assures me that you’re there— but none. I wonder how you’re doing. Are you okay? Those questions always go unanswered. Back in those days, there was so much I wanted to say. Like the way you tuck your long raven hair behind your ear. I asked you why you kept your hair like that and you simply shrugged and told me you do not know either. I wanted to ask why you didn’t know it but I let it drop so we could see the setting sun, azure waters, and blood orange skies. Memories are happy, but sometimes it leads to pain. Your presence used to fill the void in me. Just sitting with me was enough long ago. I don’t need talking or doing something when I am with you. Just your mere presence is enough. Where are you? If I had the chance I would search the world just to catch a glimpse of your smiling face. Without knowing, I gripped the phone tighter and forced a smile. No, I am not going to let the constricting pain in my throat win this time. I am strong, strong enough to carry on. I took a long breath and unknowingly, the tears betrayed me. This is bad. For days I have kept up my façade. I remembered you again. You were the only one who could see behind these. I gripped the phone even tighter until my knuckles became white. An unknown forced laugh was reverberating inside my room. Then I realized it was me. I threw the phone on the floor and my body came after. Though this time the laughs died and were replaced by choked sobbing. It was painful. To have these things bottled up inside of you, to have the only person you want to say it to, gone—it was too much. Pathetically, I gripped the carpet and saline water flowed more than ever. Why must you leave me? All those days, weeks, year, and memories have been for naught. Why must you flash me that smile, when you knew all along that you were going to leave? All these unnecessary questions would not exist if only, if only, you didn’t leave. Then and there I realized I am not strong. Your presence still lingers in my room, the book you borrowed, at the chair you used to sit on, and lastly, you presence still lingers—on me and in my heart. 

(Source: severedperspective)

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,’

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you’ - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.

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gates have opened
the time has come
rest in tranquility
for there’s no pain now.
rain is pouring
on my window pane
like tears from heaven
gently crashing like waves.
saline water falls
and rolls on the dawn
in the plains of my heart.
a love you’ve tended for years
though unspoken in time
will be cherished and will grow.
go forth to the light
for there is no pain there.
the gates have opened
you are leaving now.
though unspoken goodbyes remain
I’m sure you’ll hear
my whispers of pain.
but fear not for I will manage
and will be happy from now on
for your suffering has ended
and there is a new dawn.

(Source: severedperspective)

   Humans are unpredictable, dark, and selfish creatures. Although they lack supernatural powers, their limitations are close to none. Some go as far as pulling another down just for them to stay at the top. It’s quite funny how they get easily consumed by greed. They would take anything, everything no matter how dark and wrong it is just for them to have a life vest in a sea of despair. Are we some kind of an ironic creature? Are we an oxymoron? Humans are called humans though they are the most inhumane creatures that walk on the face of the earth. 

(Source: severedperspective)

Love isn’t supposed to make sense. It’s completely illogical.
- Andrew Sullivan, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight

(Source: severedperspective)

I have a girly name, but I’m a boy!

(Source: tsukiyma)

   When you have no one to turn to, run to yourself. It may seems stupid, but that’s what I’ve been doing all these years. I have only realized it when someone told me I was a selfish person. Having been the dumb person I am, I said, “If you ask, then I will give.” She shook her head disapprovingly and said, “That’s not what I meant.” I just gave her a look of confusion that day. It was so random to hear a person calling me selfish. Then her features softened and told me, “You’re selfish when it comes to emotions.” After that she walked away. But my feet were still hooked on the ground. It was only then that light dawned on me. I really am selfish. No wonder something was off. I had a feeling that I am restraining myself, then there she goes, explaining the thing I have been searching for without meaning to. Is it bad when I am selfish when it comes to emotions? It it bad that I don’t want myself to get hurt? That’s what I have been doing. People can’t be trusted fully. For the record, I have been broken by people around me so many times. I.. just can’t afford to have myself broken again and again.

xxnancyy:

~Sebastian Michaelis

phantonhives:

IMAGINE CIEL USING A PICK-UP LINE ON SEBASTIAN LIKE

ciel: did it hurt when you spawned out of hell?

sebastian: what the fuck young master

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