For someone I don’t much care for anymore.
I bleed Smoke from my hands, the substance of magic I live off of now, as if it were natural. I’m standing on a rooftop like some moronic Batman, in my full metal armor that gives like clothes, yet will withstand a bullet. On my arm, underneath the armor, are tally marks counting down the days I have left until I die. I am caught between ruining the life of the one I love and death. My name is Silas Colt, and this is my side of this story.
Series so far:
Pilot: Count to Ten and This Will All be Over: A Part B Part
Episode two: One to Three A Part B Part
Episode three: For Five and Six A Part
Photo credit: Ditzyblondegirl
I haven’t seen you in all this time and now you’re looking at me like this? Continue reading “Tease”
I watch as she crumbles sun-dried leaves in the palms of her hands and sprinkles them like gold dust across the sidewalk, though her mere contribution to their decay has made them more valuable than any precious metal. Continue reading “Response”
I am a fish and to frank all I know is this tank. Continue reading “Fish”
There are some things you cannot overcome. Continue reading “Climb”
Let me take a rose and cut the stem, an angled end. Continue reading “Let me”
I made you a character in my story that no one reads. Continue reading “Character”
I dreamed about you last night wearing all white.
Continue reading “Sweet Dreams”
Please if you will, sit behind the steering wheel of my mind. Continue reading “Passenger Seat”
“Bipolar with psychotic features means it’s attached to your moods,” Continue reading “The S Word”
My mind is splintered, ever breaking Continue reading “Bipolar”