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It’s not there.

Was it ever?

Qua est meus caelum?

Incarnadine chains.

Unyielding and unchanging.

Weightless, invisible, but suffocating.

The binds press down, cutting deep within.

Behind her tightly clenched teeth,

In a reflexive smile with sharp teeth.

Her howls are trapped.

If she could scream,

It would be so much better.

Ahahaa~ It's been so long since I last posted something remotely poetic.
So here's one.
I quite like MH. She's one of my favourite fictional people.
The most fave one that I never got to use in any RP.I think Imma let it remain that way ^^
And here's something that I think MH would look like. Very red, she is.
But with more black. I've drawn her before, but she's not a charrie who looks nice without inking. >_<

Oh, those tiles,
Dark lines of dirt ingrained between,
Making the white even more blindingly so.
It hurts her eyes,
Even more than the image in the mirror.
Looking back at her with this expression,
That she can't make it out.

She covers the image with darkness,
Immersing herself  in her semi-static surroundings instead.
The sound of running water, flowing without cease.
Pooling around her hand, disappearing into more darkness.

Darkness.
She's surrounded in it,
Pouring out of her lungs, seeping from her skin.
The slime suffocates her, 
Choking her breaths,
Making her heady with an unacknowledged emotion.

Her thoughts aren't quite getting through the haze of emotions.
Falling, spiraling.
Slipping away into the darkness.
Losing her identity...Who am I?

—She resurfaces.
Eyes scalded once more by her reflection in the water.
All at once, the image brings it all back.
The return to reality.

This feeling of lightness disappears;
She wishes it would stay instead.
The weight of life is so heavy.
It's as if her body's being crushed.
Outside forces pushing ever harder on an already-empty husk.

She doesn't fall to pieces, however. Instead, she chooses to smile. Crying and wailing won't do anything but win her some pity. She doesn't want pity. The Mad Hatter isn't something to be pitied. So she laughs. Full of glee and joy and ecstasy are those noises coming from her mouth. The Mad Hatter doesn't know any other emotion than joy. And what a cold joy it can be sometimes; sharpening her laugh, widening her smile, devouring her soul.

"Ahahahaa~ Fools, all!"

The Clock :: 时光倒流

 

Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Do you hear it?
It's the sound of the clock,
Counting down the seconds to the end.
Why do you look so sad?
Life's just one big party.
And all parties must come to an end.

But nevermind, let's enjoy ourselves while it lasts, no?

 

太迟了，太迟了。。。
如果,时光真的可以倒流,我们大概也不会懂得珍惜 "现在"。
无法改变的这些,真的很珍贵。
因为,那已经是个过去式了。

无法回去,也代表着,不会被破坏。
永远,永远不会改变。

没有人能把过去抢走；
只要我们还记得那些天真的承诺，
就代表,可以继续希望，
继续等待。

等待着有一天能再次感受到宛如那时的感动。
等待着更多的等待。

[ramble]Meh. Two very different moods on the two topics under the guise of one. Two very different languages, used by the same person.
I like this type of posts, but pity, I rarely have the mood to conjure up two-in-one posts. I'm actually talking about something and something else, but they don't feature very greatly. I wonder if anyone really gets what I'm talking about. It's near impossible, of course, but meh, I can always wonder, can't I? I wonder too much, I think. It might very well be the death of me one day, ne?[/ramble]