The cracked class, stood before him, mocking him. The fault lines in the glass lined with blood, the epicenter looking as a pool of blood, a red spider web forming from the impact of his head to the glass.
He felt his forehead. Nothing. He sighed. He felt no loss of blood, no wounds on his head. His own immortality mocking him, keeping him from such a soft, sweet death.
Many times he had shot himself, stabbed himself, got ran over, was lit on fire. And many times they pronounced him dead, and then took it back, in awe.
but now he sits on the floor, his clothes blood-caked, but nothing on his skin. He was perfect. His only flaw.
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ou very nice...sorry to relate this to a show but its like heroes! and claire lol syler cant kill her and now no one can kill syler..
I KNOW T^T SOOO HORRIBLE!!!!!!
but i came up with this even before heroes
I CAME UP WITH THE ORIGINAL IMMORTAL T^T
oh well.
hey since its so short, you wanna make this a poem? itll be funnnnnn
sure I'll get there...eventually. I think I'm making a new poetry site to start over. I'm feeling like a clean slate. youre the first to know if you read this. i think the url is fall3npoetry.blogspot.com
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