[In PSP] Jaybles - Gothisicism [NightWing] says:
As she lay dying, I laid her cold, lifeless arms on my chest. Her pale waxy skin glowing in the moonlight. The dichotomy of the bitter sweet night heavy upon the fair maiden that once was.
I looked into her face, the dead eyes. They pierced into my soul. The blue pools, I remember staring into when she was alive. Oh! How deeply we were in love. Our embraces and our sweet somethings.

But, that was once upon a time. Now all she was but a dead thing. Void of the spark she once possessed.
My dead bride.
-={wk}=-When the clock strikes midnight,the world seems so stop.As if to stop and take a breath.This is the time, this is now says :
Oh how i remember that "once upon a time".. it was like the sweetest thing, better than a second life, the only one who made it so was one, only one. The time was right, everything, including her birth of our child. "THE CHILD!" i cried, oh i forgot about that wretched thing
[In PSP] Jaybles - Gothisicism [NightWing] says
It lay writhing, dying. In my love's womb, deprived of the fluids that kept it alive,

It lay writhing.
Distaste waited patiently at 3:52 AM

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