I look into those ember eyes of yours
Dreaming that you would be close
Within my reach
Praying to see you another time
Within each embrace
Tears run down my eyes
Melting the ice
That's filled my soul
Bringing the memory
That I once knew
This precious soul
That made me feel
Like we walked in a dream
Singing the songs
That don't play today
Often wondering
If I'll see you again
You made me smile
Until the day
That I've seen you die
Within my arms
I tried it all
To make you live
Heartbroken
I lied you down
With the tears
To fill the ocean
Praying one day
To see you again
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
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