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Under the full moon Crimson Flowers bloom afresh From the newly dead

The waves crash around us, The foam is harsh and white, Splintering wood surround us, The moon our only light. As we drift beneath the waves, I float and wonder, staying brave, As ice cold water fills my lungs, I only feel euphoria. Death acts like an anodyne, As I breathe in salty brine, I feel no pain, I feel no fear, There's no more moonlight, way down here. As I breathe out, ebullition, The ship tears itself in two, A perfect natural demolition, There's nothing left to do. I see her sinking next to me, Her perfect flesh incarnadine, If there's anything I haven't seen, It's female beauty more supreme...

Your yellow hair, so bright and colourful, Your rosy cheeks, so soft against my hand, Your electric gaze, captivates my soul, Your touch sends shocks down my spine. Your anger makes my hair stand on end, I am want to displease you, lest you leave, Your small hands can still hurt me, And despite your size, I rely on you for defense. I choose you...

 Late at night, rats could be heard scuttling through the back alleys behind the many clubs and bars that littered the part of town. A figure sat up, scratching his head as he did so. A low groaning echoed down the alley, the small pool of blood he was sitting in rippled as he shifted his weight, slowly getting to his feet with a hand still at his head. A dog barked far away, the noise bouncing down the narrow back alleys noisily, causing the figure to hunch into a ball. He was wearing scruffy skating shoes, the soles smoothed over long ago, laces dangling loosely at the sides. His jeans were no better, ripped at the knees, stained at the lef

I look out of my window every morning to see the effects. People fighting in the streets, people starved to death, lying in corners. There is no salvation for these people, we have been abandoned. Left to hunger and poverty, I know I will not last much longer. There is no reason for this dark event, other than greed. People take from eachother, because they don't have enough. People can live without enough, but nobody can live with none. And this is what the second coming has done to us. The first depression changed the world a great deal, This one is changing it a great deal further. Cannabalism and murder in the streets, unpunishe