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Let me hurt your wings/Frerard chapter 1"-MOM!! LOOK!!!- a young child ran to her mother's room, and noticed a horrible smell, gently opened the door watching the white bed stained with blood, and a hand with these stains.
-Mom!?- his dead mother stay below an angel, holding a knife and pulling almost near the small child, and approaching the corpse to quench your thirst and perhaps rape.
He took the knife and with a flick knife buried in his neck where the jugular and was launching a cascade of blood to the young child, her tears flowed from her hazel eyes."
- Yuki, what are you doing here?
The young girl who goes to Frank stopped a few centimeters in the and blushing as a smile from him, put almost mad with love.the girl of Japanese origin, accompanied Frank to his apartment while it looked with hatred of winged beings who spent walking alongside him and flying over their heads, his jacket a pack of cigarettes took out a cigarette and putting it in the mouth and relighting.
9:00 a.m. to yuki ear
Fragile- Chapter 1Chapter 1:
"So today we finished our fantasy I wish you a happy Valentine with his shooting star. And those who do not have a bright star beside him, or those who have lost, do not forget that the best tribute we can ask who is gone, is to live.
For those who have had to say goodbye, I leave you with James Blunt, and the song "Goodbye My Lover".
Enjoy it. I'm Frank Iero, and see you tomorrow at midnight Romances ... "
Lanza his last breath, and I know, it's time to put my face on the pillow and closed his eyes. I hear the last verse as my body gives in to the wishes of Morpheus.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow ... (*)
So broken ... if only my dreams stopped being just that. If only you were more than just a fantasy for me. If only I could reach you. If only it were something. If someone ...
I'm so depressed ...
Punctual as ever The alarm stops ringing her terrible sound, ordering, open my eyes and begin my ritual.
With natural laziness, I
" You`re my dream come true
No strings attached
You`re te answer to my questions
My reason for living"
Hello! my name is Frank iero, and you`re in Romence At Midnight we begin this day of love with a song that i have been asked very persisent, dedicated to love this is the song Aerosmith "i do not want to miss a thing.
Puctual as ever, at twelve o´clock i turn on the radio and, without tunning, as ever changing seasons, his voice makes me it corners, making me think that there is happiness and eternity is the most common in our lives.
His name is Frank Iero, and be stupid to say, but after listening taht some time transmitting those beautiful words, with her melodious voice.
My being screams that, i love him at though not know... what color your eyes are, or... how you hair?
My mind can not get you out of my head.
I do not want to forget, i feel pathetically happy with simply hear him speak, at Midnight, fait
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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